Viewing verse 11 of Song Of Solomon 5 (with context)
Read Full Chapter I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.*
¶ 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 charge us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.*
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.*
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.*
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.*
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.