Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Like newborn infants, long for the pure, spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow into salvation—
I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.
a lovely deer, a graceful doe. May her breasts satisfy you at all times; may you be intoxicated always by her love.
O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.