Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.