Song of Solomon 4:7

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.

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.

In the body of his flesh through death, to present you holy and unblameable and unreproveable in his sight:

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy,

So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.

Wherefore, beloved, seeing that ye look for such things, be diligent that ye may be found of him in peace, without spot, and blameless.

The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.

How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy tabernacles, O Israel!

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.