Song of Songs 4:5
Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.
Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young Roes, whiche feede among roses.
Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
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2Your navel is like a round goblet that lacks no wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
4Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
11Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
1Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have dove's eyes within your locks: your hair is like a flock of goats, appearing from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are evenly shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is barren among them.
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, where hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
19Let her be as the loving deer and graceful doe; let her breasts satisfy you at all times; and be ravished always with her love.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
12His eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.
7Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found favor.
5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.