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Song of Solomon 4:5 - Revised Version 1885

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, Which 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  

As a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love.


My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.


My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.


My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.


I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.


Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.


Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.


This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.


Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.


I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof: Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.


as newborn babes, long for the spiritual milk which is without guile, that ye may grow thereby unto salvation;


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