His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; Washed with milk, and fitly set.
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.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
And there is no creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and laid open before the eyes of him with whom we have to do.
onyx stones, and stones to be set, for the ephod, and for the breastplate.