'Pleasant' in the Bible

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

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.