Song of Solomon 5:9 DBY

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

⁸  I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of love.

⁹  What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

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

¹¹  His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;