His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Onyx stones, and stones to be set in the ephod, and in the breastplate.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.
Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.