Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!

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,

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.