Song of Solomon 5:11
"His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven."
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I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.
His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.