Song of Solomon 4:5

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

W My love is mine and I am his;
he feeds among the lilies.

I am my love’s and my love is mine;
he feeds among the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.

A loving doe, a graceful fawn—
let her breasts always satisfy you;
be lost in her love forever.

W I am a wall
and my breasts like towers.
So in his eyes I have become
like one who finds peace.

My love is a sachet of myrrh to me,
spending the night between my breasts.

Your stature is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.

If only I could treat you like my brother,
one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
I would find you in public and kiss you,
and no one would scorn me.

Be glad for Jerusalem and rejoice over her,
all who love her.
Rejoice greatly with her,
all who mourn over her—

Like newborn infants, desire the pure spiritual milk, so that you may grow by it for your salvation,

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