Song of Solomon 1:15

Revised Version 1885

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.

Cross References

Song of Solomon 4:1

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

Song of Solomon 5:12

His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; Washed with milk, and fitly set.

Song of Solomon 4:7

Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

Malachi 2:14

Yet ye say, Wherefore? Because the LORD hath been witness between thee and the wife of thy youth, against whom thou hast dealt treacherously, though she is thy companion, and the wife of thy covenant.

Song of Solomon 7:6

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Song of Solomon 6:4

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

Song of Solomon 5:2

I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.

Song of Solomon 4:10

How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

Song of Solomon 2:13

The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom, They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Song of Solomon 2:10

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Song of Solomon 1:8

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Song of Solomon 1:9

I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

Song of Solomon 1:16

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

Song of Solomon 6:10

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

Song of Solomon 7:7

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.