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Song.7.5
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Song.7.5
The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges -stirrings of desire, longings for the heights--Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else!
Song.7.5
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
Song.7.5
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.
Song.7.5
Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. A king is held captive in your queenly tresses.
