Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, pasturing among the lilies.
A loving deer and a pleasant doe! Let her breasts satisfy you at all times. And be captivated by her love always.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me, Lying between my breasts.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes pools in Ḥ
This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.
Who would make you a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; So I became in his eyes as one who found peace.
as newborn babes, desire the unadulterated milk of the Word, in order that you grow by it,