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"His head is like the purest gold. His hair is curly– black like a raven."
— Song of Solomon 5:11, NET Bible®
The Triumph of Love: The Beloved Praises Her LoverThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem– If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!
The Maidens to The Beloved: Why is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would admonish us in this manner?
The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy; he stands out in comparison to all other men.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is curly– black like a raven.
His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires.