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Song of Solomon 7:5 - Revised Standard Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. [Then seeing the king watching the girl in absorbed admiration, the speaker added] The king is held captive by its tresses.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

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Common English Bible

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and your hair, braided in royal purple— a king is bound by the tresses!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

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Song of Solomon 7:5
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Then he said, “Let me go, for the day is breaking.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go, unless you bless me.”


Thy solemn processions are seen, O God, the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary—


the Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwelling places of Jacob.


a lovely hind, a graceful doe. Let her affection fill you at all times with delight, be infatuated always with her love.


the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.


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


it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it, the majesty of Carmel and Sharon. They shall see the glory of the Lord, the majesty of our God.


Shepherd thy people with thy staff, the flock of thy inheritance, who dwell alone in a forest in the midst of a garden land; let them feed in Bashan and Gilead as in the days of old.


For Heshbon was the city of Sihon the king of the Amorites, who had fought against the former king of Moab and taken all his land out of his hand, as far as the Arnon.


For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”


teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, to the close of the age.”


and he has put all things under his feet and has made him the head over all things for the church,


He is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning, the first-born from the dead, that in everything he might be pre-eminent.


and not holding fast to the Head, from whom the whole body, nourished and knit together through its joints and ligaments, grows with a growth that is from God.


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


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