Now in all Israel there was none to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty: from the sole of his foot even to the crown of his head there was no blemish in him.
Thou makest us a byword among the nations, A shaking of the head among the peoples.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are (as) doves.
I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, (saying), Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
that he might present the church to himself a glorious (church), not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.