His eyes are like doves by streams of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilʽ
See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves.
And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all are naked and laid bare before the eyes of Him with whom is our account.
shoham stones, and stones to be set in the shoulder garment and in the breastplate.