Song of Solomon 5:10

7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, You fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, That you do so adjure us? Beloved

10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.