'Head' in the Bible

His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

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, and my hair with the dampness of the night."

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

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

His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.