Song of Songs 5:8 - 5:16

I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If you find my beloved,

What will you tell him?

Tell him that I am sick with love.”

“What is your beloved that he is more than any other beloved,

O most beautiful among women?

What is your beloved that he is more than any other beloved,

That thus you call us to solemnly swear?”

“My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,

Lifted up as a banner among ten thousand.

His head is like gold, fine gold;

His locks are like clusters of dates

And black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves

Beside streams of water,

Washed in milk,

And sitting in their setting.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices,

Towers of sweet‑scented herbs;

His lips are lilies

Dripping with liquid myrrh.

His hands are rods of gold

Set with beryl;

His abdomen is a plate of ivory

Inlaid with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble

Set on bases of fine gold;

His appearance is like Lebanon

Choice as the cedars.

His mouth is full of sweetness.

And he is wholly desirable.

This is my beloved and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.”