'Pleasant' in the Bible

Lo, thou art fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch is green,

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!