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Song of Solomon 5:11 - New Revised Standard Version

His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, And black as a raven.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

His head is [as precious as] the finest gold; his locks are curly and bushy and black as a raven.

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American Standard Version (1901)

His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

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Common English Bible

His head is finest gold; his wavy hair, black as a raven.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.

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Song of Solomon 5:11
8 Tagairtí Cros  

His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.


I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! my beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”


Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.


As I watched, thrones were set in place, and an Ancient One took his throne, his clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames, and its wheels were burning fire.


If anyone loses the hair from his head, he is bald but he is clean.


His head and his hair were white as white wool, white as snow; his eyes were like a flame of fire,