Are as the eyes of doves—Pure, peaceable, gentle.
By the rivers of waters—By the channels of truth.
Washed with milk—Primary elements of the Truth.
And fitly set—All in perfect harmony.
5:13. His cheeks—His countenance towards me.
Are as a bed of spices—The personification of every virtue and every grace.
As sweet flowers—Towers of perfumes (margin), flowers trained upon trellises; shedding a beauty and fragrance compelling the attention of all.
His lips like lilies—His speech modest, beautiful and sweet. “Never man spake like this Man.”
Dropping sweet smelling myrrh—Distilling Heavenly wisdom. “My speech shall distil as the dew.”
5:14. His hands—As in rolling or unrolling a scroll or parchment.