¹² His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

¹⁵ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

¹ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

¹³ and there is not a created thing not manifest before Him, but all things `are' naked and open to His eyes -- with whom is our reckoning.