His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed with milk, mounted in their settings.
How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Mount Gilead.
How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves.
No creature is hidden from Him, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.
onyx stones and setting stones for the ephod and for the breastplate.