Your head crowns you like (A)Carmel,
    and your (B)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.

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Your head [a]crowns you like (A)Carmel,
And the flowing hair of your head is like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:5 Lit is upon

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.

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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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