Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, pasturing 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 feeds his flock among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
as newborn babes, desire the unadulterated milk of the Word, in order that you grow by it,
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; So I became in his eyes as one who found peace.
A loving deer and a pleasant doe! Let her breasts satisfy you at all times. And be captivated by her love always.
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.
This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me, Lying between my breasts.
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes pools in Ḥ