Song of Solomon 5

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

I was asleep, but my heart waked:

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

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

I rose up to open to my beloved;

I opened to my beloved;

The watchmen that go about the city found me,

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

What is thy beloved more than another beloved,

My beloved is white and ruddy,

His head is as the most fine gold;

His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

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

His mouth is most sweet;