Song of Songs 5:11
His head is like the finest gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His head is like the finest gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His head is purest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
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His head{H7218} is as the most{H3800} fine gold{H6337}, his locks{H6977} are bushy{H8534}, and black{H7838} as a raven{H6158}.
his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:
His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe.
His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
His head is `as' the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, `and' black as a raven.
His head is [as] the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.
His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is curly– black like a raven.
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9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are like gold rings set with beryl: his body is like bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.
7 Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have dove's eyes within your locks: your hair is like a flock of goats, appearing from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are evenly shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, where hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
5 I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
14 His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were like a flame of fire;
9 I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
7 Her Nazirites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their appearance was like sapphire.
8 Their appearance is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin clings to their bones; it has withered, it has become like a stick.
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
2 It is like the precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, even Aaron's beard, coming down upon the edge of his garments;
6 Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.