As I was asleep, and my heart waking, I heard the voice of my beloved, when he knocked. Open to me, said he, O my sister, my love, my darling, my dove: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of my hair are full of the night drops.

His head is the most fine gold, the locks of his hair are bushed, and brown as the evening;

That head that standeth upon thee is like Carmel; the hair of thy head is like the king's purple folden up in plates.