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Song of Solomon 5:11 - 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. Hark! 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 looked, thrones were placed and one that was ancient of days took his seat; his raiment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames, its wheels were burning fire.


“If a man's hair has fallen 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,