Song of Solomon 5:11
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His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
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The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
As I continued to watch, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took His seat. His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of His head was like pure wool. His throne was flaming with fire, and its wheels were all ablaze.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.