"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." Song of Solomon 4:1.
"Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee." Song of Solomon 4:7.
"Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners." Song of Solomon 6:4.