His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His head is pure gold--fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Song of Solomon — Love poetry in eight chapters — the Bible's most surprising book. A chiastic structure; a bride and bridegroom alternating in dialogue; and a three-school interpretive tradition the site surfaces without adjudication.
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His hair lifted like palm trees, etc. The hair of the beloved's head is the throng of saints, who adhere to God with faithful service; and deservedly are they compared to raised palm trees, because they expect the sweetness of perpetual reward. Hence it is …
Bede· Commentary on the Song of Songs, 735patristic
His head is as the most fine gold,.... Here the church enters into a particular description and commendation of her beloved, which continues to the end of the chapter; and she begins with his "head", which she compares to the most fine gold.
John Gill· Exposition of the Old Testament (1748-1763)reformed
His head is as the most fine gold - Perhaps in the sense of noble and precious as the finest gold. Lam 4:2. Bushy - Waving like branches of the palm.
Albert Barnes· Notes, Explanatory and Practical, on the Old and New Testaments (1832-1869)evangelical
We need not aim at a distinct application of this and the following particulars, unto some special excellency of Christ, because such things are mere conjectures, and the only design of this description is, to set forth the beauty of Christ under the notion of a most amiable person, in whom there is no defect or blemish, from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet.
John Wesley· Explanatory Notes upon the Old Testament, 1765evangelical
These words are Christ's answer to the church's prayer in the close of the foregoing chapter, Let my beloved come into his garden; here he has come, and lets her know it. See how ready God is to hear prayer, how ready Christ is to accept the invitations that his people give him, though we are backward to hear his calls and accept his invitations.
Matthew Henry· Commentary on the Whole Bible, 1710puritan
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Revelation 1:14The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
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His body was like beryl, his face like the brilliance of lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of polished bronze, and his voice like the sound of…
As I continued to watch, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took His seat. His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of His head was like pure wool.…
He has eyes like blazing fire, and many royal crowns on His head. He has a name written on Him that only He Himself knows.
To the angel of the church in Thyatira write: These are the words of the Son of God, whose eyes are like a blazing fire and whose feet are like polished bronze.
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Daniel 7:9As I continued to watch, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took His seat. His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of His head was like pure wool.…
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The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
His clothes became radiantly white, brighter than any launderer on earth could bleach them.
In my vision in the night I continued to watch, and I saw One like the Son of Man coming with the clouds of heaven. He approached the Ancient of Days and was led…
There He was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and His clothes became as white as the light.
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I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
As I continued to watch, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took His seat. His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of His head was like pure wool. His throne was flaming with fire, and its wheels were all ablaze.
The hair of His head was white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a blazing fire.
far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in the present age but also in the one to come.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
You, O king, are the king of kings, to whom the God of heaven has given sovereignty, power, strength, and glory.
Now if a man loses his hair and is bald, he is still clean.
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
