Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.