Song of Songs 7:3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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1 The Wedding Night: Praise of the Bride The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, you are beautiful, my darling! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep coming up from the washing place; each of them has a twin, and not one of them is missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built with courses of stones; one thousand shields are hung on it– all shields of valiant warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory. Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries– the king is held captive in its tresses!
6 How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7 The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
9 May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
10 Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!
1 The Lover to His Beloved:(7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2 Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
19 a loving doe, a graceful deer; may her breasts satisfy you at all times, may you be captivated by her love always.
7 The Shepherd and the ShepherdessThe Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
8 The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 The Beautiful Mare and the Fragrant MyrrhThe Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments; your neck is lovely with strings of jewels.
4 The Renewal of LoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5 Turn your eyes away from me– they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin; not one of them is missing.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.
13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Mutual Praise and AdmirationThe Lover to His Beloved: Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves!
14 The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
7 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!
8 The Arrival of the LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
14 His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
10 The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
5 The Adjuration RefrainThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
17 The Gazelle and the Rugged MountainsThe Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved– be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.
14 The Dove in the Clefts of En GediThe Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
11 For you will nurse from her satisfying breasts and be nourished; you will feed with joy from her milk-filled breasts.
1 The Beloved’s Wish SongThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw you outside, I could kiss you– surely no one would despise me!
8 The Brother’s Plan and the Sister’s RewardThe Beloved’s Brothers: We have a little sister, and as yet she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
21 This is how you assessed the obscene conduct of your youth, when the Egyptians fondled your nipples and squeezed your young breasts.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
3 The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!
9 The Maidens to The Beloved: Why is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would admonish us in this manner?