Lovely Song

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

• Church

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.