His eyes are like doves by streams of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
shoham stones, and stones to be set in the shoulder garment and in the breastplate.
See, you are beautiful, my love! See, you are beautiful! Your eyes are as doves.
See, you are beautiful, my love! See, you are beautiful! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gil‛aḏ.
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.