Song of Songs 5:6-15

6I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.

7The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls.

8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.

9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?

10My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

11His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.

12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, sitting beside a full pool.

13His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.

14His arms are rods of gold, set with jewels. His body is polished ivory, bedecked with sapphires.

15His legs are alabaster columns, set on bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.