His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; Washed with milk, and fitly set.
onyx stones, and stones to be set, for the ephod, and for the breastplate.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
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.
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.