Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.
she is a loving deer, a graceful doe; let her breasts satisfy you at every time, always be ravished in her love.
A bundle of myrrh is my Beloved to me. He shall lie between my breasts.
My Beloved is to me, and I am to Him; He feeds among the lilies.
My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the garden-bed of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I am to my Beloved, and my Beloved is to me; He feeds among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus.
This your stature is likened to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Who can give You to me, as my brother, suckling the breasts of my mother? If I find You outside, I would kiss You. They also would not despise me.
I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.
as newborn babes desire the pure soulnourishing milk, that you may grow by it;