Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
A loving doe, a graceful fawn—may her breasts satisfy you always; may you be captivated by her love forever.
Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
Be glad for Jerusalem and rejoice over her, all who love her. Rejoice greatly with her, all who mourn over her,
O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and n
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.