Song of Solomon 5:9 ASV

⁷  The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

⁸  I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

⁹  What is thy beloved more than 'another' beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than 'another' beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

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

¹¹  His head is 'as' the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, 'and' black as a raven.