Song of Songs

⁶My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch. ↗

⁷I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh. ↗

⁸I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me. ↗

⁹The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me. ↗

¹⁰I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love. ↗

¹³His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven. ↗

¹⁴His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams. ↗

¹⁵His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh. ↗

¹⁶His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires. ↗

¹⁷His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars. ↗

¹⁸His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. ↗