⁵ Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

³ I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

¹⁶ My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

¹⁹ As a loving hind and a gentle doe, let her breasts ever give you rapture; let your passion at all times be moved by her love.

² Be full of desire for the true milk of the word, as babies at their mothers' breasts, so that you may go on to salvation;

¹⁰ Have joy with Jerusalem, and be glad with her, all you her lovers: take part in her joy, all you who are sorrowing for her:

¹¹ So that you may take of the comfort flowing from her breasts, and be delighted with the full measure of her glory.

¹² For the Lord says, See, I will make her peace like a river, and the glory of the nations like an overflowing stream, and she will take her children in her arms, gently caring for them on her knees.

¹ Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.

⁷ You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

¹³ As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.