His eyes are as the eyes of 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, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes Within thy locks: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That appear 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.