¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

² I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness of the night.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.

³⁷ You, O king, are king of kings, to whom the God of heaven has given the kingdom, the power, and the strength, and the glory;

³⁸ and wherever the children of men dwell, the animals of the field and the birds of the sky has he given into your hand, and has made you to rule over them all: you are the head of gold.

⁹ I saw until thrones were placed, and one who was ancient of days sat: his clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames, [and] the wheels of it burning fire.

²¹ far above all rule, and authority, and power, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age, but also in that which is to come.

²² He put all things in subjection under his feet, and gave him to be head over all things for the assembly,

¹⁴ His head and his hair were white as white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire.