¹ 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.

¹⁵ Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as' doves.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁷ Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

¹⁴ Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thy heritage, which dwell solitarily, in the forest in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.

⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses `thereof'.

³ `doing' nothing through faction or through vainglory, but in lowliness of mind each counting other better than himself;

⁴ not looking each of you to his own things, but each of you also to the things of others.

⁵ Have this mind in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:

¹⁸ But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord the Spirit.

²⁹ Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

¹⁴ And thy renown went forth among the nations for thy beauty; for it was perfect, through my majesty which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord Jehovah.

¹¹ His head is `as' the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, `and' black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, `and' fitly set.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, `my' bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, `my' bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.

⁴⁰ And Moses gave Gilead unto Machir the son of Manasseh; and he dwelt therein.

¹ Now the children of Reuben and the children of Gad had a very great multitude of cattle: and when they saw the land of Jazer, and the land of Gilead, that, behold, the place was a place for cattle;