Song of Solomon 5

¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:

²I was asleep, but my heart waked:

³I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved;

⁶I opened to my beloved;

⁷The watchmen that go about the city found me,

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved,

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy,

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold;

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

¹⁴His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet;