Your head crowns you like (A)Carmel,
    and your (B)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(A)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.

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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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