Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
It will bloom profusely and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon will be given to it, the splendor of Carm
How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flo
Then the man said, “Let me go, for it is daybreak.” But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.”
They have seen Your procession, O God—the march of my God and King into the sanctuary.
The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
And God put everything under His feet and made Him head over everything for the church,
The LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.
and teaching them to obey all that I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into Christ Himself, who is the head.
And He is the head of the body, the church; He is the beginning and firstborn from among the dead, so that in all things
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
For where two or three gather together in My name, there am I with them.”
Shepherd with Your staff Your people, the flock of Your inheritance. They live alone in a woodland, surrounded by pastur
He has lost connection to the head, from whom the whole body, supported and knit together by its joints and ligaments, g
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.