7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
7:8 I want
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 apricots!
1:13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh
spending the night
4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of the gazelle
grazing among the lilies.
The Beloved’s Brothers:
8:8 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?
66:10 Be happy for Jerusalem
and rejoice with her, all you who love her!
Share in her great joy,
all you who have mourned over her!