Catholic Public Domain Version
"His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."
— Song Of Solomon 5:13, Catholic Public Domain Version
“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.”
“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, Asbanks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. ”
“His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.”
“His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.”
“His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.”
“His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.”
“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.”
I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
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?
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.