His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in the present age but also
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
As I continued to watch, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took His seat. His clothing was white as sno
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawles
You, O king, are the king of kings, to whom the God of heaven has given sovereignty, power, strength, and glory.