The fatherless child is snatched from the breast, the infant of the poor is taken as a pledge.

Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?

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

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

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

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

Yes, you are the one who brought me out from the womb and made me feel secure on my mother’s breasts.

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?

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

Who is the Lord trying to teach? To whom is he explaining a message? Those just weaned from milk! Those just taken from their mother’s breast!

Mourn over the field, over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!

For you will nurse from her satisfying breasts and be nourished; you will feed with joy from her milk-filled breasts.

They engaged in prostitution in Egypt; in their youth they engaged in prostitution. Their breasts were squeezed there; lovers fondled their virgin nipples there.

This is how you assessed the obscene conduct of your youth, when the Egyptians fondled your nipples and squeezed your young breasts.

Give them, O Lord – what will you give them? Give them wombs that miscarry, and breasts that cannot nurse!

because of the God of your father, who will help you, because of the sovereign God, who will bless you with blessings from the sky above, blessings from the deep that lies below, and blessings of the breasts and womb.

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 apricots!

The 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!

You will drink the milk of nations; you will nurse at the breasts of kings. Then you will recognize that I, the Lord, am your deliverer, your protector, the powerful ruler of Jacob.

ג (Gimel) Even the jackals nurse their young at their breast, but my people are cruel, like ostriches in the desert.