His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
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… Black as a raven. His eyes are like doves by the river of waters, washed with milk and fitly set. His cheeks are like a bed of spices, banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, drip in liquid myrrh. She says, my man knows how to talk to me to get the juices flowing. His hands are rods of gold set with barrel. His body is carved ivory inlaid with sapphires. That's the veins. Sapphires are blue. His body's chiseled, she's saying, and I can see the veins through his abs. Just, just, she's like, I don't like it. Incidentally, you said that was your favorite verse, right, Jenny? That's the one that you always, that's the one you always, I didn't know where it was. That's the, you've been quoting that to me. That's crazy. I know it, just to know verse 14. It's there. I thought you were making that up when you said that to me last night. his legs are like pillars. The man does not skip leg day. Base is a fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon. That's sweet. That's sweet. Excellent as the cedars. Lebanon today, like, you're like, it's dangerous. Largely Muslim city. Oh, listen, no, back then, back then, back then, it was considered the Paris of Middle East, of the Middle East. Okay, so this is Paris. This is City of Lights. This is Eiffel Tower. She's saying his countenance, the way he looks at me, The way he looks at me, oh, it causes me to swoon, right? …
III. Time fails me, or it would do so if I lingered over this theme as I might and, therefore, my last point shall be this. The Lord Jesus, thus mocked and despised, is THE MODEL TO US OF WHAT OUR CONDUCT SHOULD BE. Oh, how He loved us! Oh, how He loved us! I cannot find any other sentence coming to my tongue but that same one a third time as I look at Him—oh, how He loved us! This is He whose "eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk and fitly set," whose "lips are like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh," whose "head is as the most fine gold and His locks are bushy and black as a raven." He is the Altogether Lovely One, yet He was most shamefully treated—and He willingly endured it for our sake! There is a famous picture which represents the Savior wearing the crown of thorns. And at the bottom of it are these words, written in German, "I suffered this for you; what have you done for Me?" Count Zinzendorf, then frivolous and worldly, walked into the picture gallery and read those words. He stopped a while and then he went out a new man in Christ—to be a most devoted servant of the Lord for the rest of his days! I wish I could paint that picture now by my words so that Christ might be visibly set forth before you and that you might then hear Him say, "I suffered this for you; what have you done for Me?" What actions can ever be worthy of such self-sacrificing love? What gifts can ever be equal to such unparalleled affection? What high and fervent thoughts shall ever rise to the height of this great argument? What consecration shall ever be worthy of Him? What all-consuming zeal, eating us up for His sake, shall ever approach the ardor of His love for us? I ask you that say that you love Him, to judge for yourselves how you ought to act towards Him who was willingly put into the place of scorn for you! …
Why, first, that the brightest eyes in the Church are the eyes of those who love most. They perceive Christ first who have most affection for Him! If He is gone, these are the first to sigh. If He returns, these are the first to rejoice with unspeakable joy. Knowledge is said to open the eyes, but as for me, the dust of many learned tomes has often beclouded them. It is thought that men of education will be the first to perceive the Savior, but it was not so in the Savior's day, for these things were hidden from the wise and prudent—but they were revealed unto babes! Let love be your education. Grow in love. To love is better than to know, for a man may know, and only eat of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil—and perish by it—but he that loves, obeys, and he shall eat of the Tree of Life and dwell in the midst of the Paradise of God! Blessed John! Your head had been on the Savior's bosom and, therefore, your eyes were like the eagle's. No angel, one would think, could see as well as Milton's angel, Uriel, that dwelt in the midst of the sun. He was familiar with the light. He dwelt in the full blaze of the orb of day—in the very midst of it! And, "He that dwells in love dwells in God." And "God is Light," so he who dwells in the Light of God sees all things. "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." The heart that is purified with the celestial flame of Divine Love is the heart that can see God! …