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

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

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.

¹³ 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.