The Song of Songs 5:11

5:11 His head is like the most pure gold.

His hair is curly – black like a raven.

The Song of Songs 6:5

6:5 Turn your eyes away from me –

they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from Mount Gilead.

The Song of Songs 6:7

6:7 Like a slice of pomegranate

is your forehead behind your veil.

The Song of Songs 7:5

7:5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.

The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries –

the king is held captive in its tresses!