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Sos 1:13

My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh 1  spending the night 2  between my breasts.

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Sos 4:5

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.

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Sos 7:3

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

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Sos 7:7

The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature 1  is like a palm tree, 2  and your breasts are like clusters of grapes. 3

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Sos 8:8

The 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? 1

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Sos 8:10

The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. 1  Then I found favor 2  in his eyes. 3

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Sos 7:8

I want 1  to climb the palm tree, 2  and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, 3  and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots! 4

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Sos 8:1

The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were 1  my little brother, 2  nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw 3  you outside, I could kiss you – surely 4  no one would despise me! 5

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