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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.(Cantares 5:8)
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?(Cantares 5:9)
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.(Cantares 5:10)
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.(Cantares 5:12)
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.(Cantares 5:13)
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.(Cantares 5:14)

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Cantares 5:11 - Referencia Cruzada

Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come: (Efesios 1:21)
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. (Daniel 7:9)
His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; (Apocalipsis 1:14)
Thou, O king, art a king of kings: for the God of heaven hath given thee a kingdom, power, and strength, and glory. (Daniel 2:37)
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. (Cantares 5:2)
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. (Cantares 7:5)