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Song of Solomon 4:5 - New Revised Standard Version

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes That are twins, Which feed among the lilies.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

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Common English Bible

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle doe, that graze among the lilies.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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Song of Solomon 4:5
12 Tagairtí Cros  

a lovely deer, a graceful doe. May her breasts satisfy you at all times; may you be intoxicated always by her love.


My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts.


My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.


My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.


I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures 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 are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.


You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.


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.


I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.


Like newborn infants, long for the pure, spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow into salvation—


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