His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Song of Solomon 5:2
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.
Song of Solomon 5:11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Song of Solomon 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 of Solomon 8:3
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.