'Head' in the Bible

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,

Thou arrangest before me a table, Over-against my adversaries, Thou hast anointed with oil my head, My cup is full!

And now, lifted up is my head, Above my enemies -- my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, yea, I sing praise to Jehovah.

For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.

Thou makest us a simile among nations, A shaking of the head among peoples.

Mine is Gilead, and mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Thou hast caused man to ride at our head. We have entered into fire and into water, And Thou bringest us out to a watered place.

Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

For, lo, Thine enemies do roar, And those hating Thee have lifted up the head,

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.

He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!

A stone the builders refused Hath become head of a corner.

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,

O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.

The righteous doth beat me in kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer is about their vexations.