The Song of Songs 1:13

1:13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh

spending the night between my breasts.

The Song of Songs 4:5

4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of the gazelle

grazing among the lilies.

The Song of Songs 7:4

7:4 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.

The Song of Songs 7:8-9

7:8 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 apricots!

7:9 May your mouth be like the best wine,

flowing smoothly for my beloved,

gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.

The Song of Songs 8:1

The Beloved’s Wish Song

The Beloved to Her Lover:

8:1 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!

The Song of Songs 8:8

The Brother’s Plan and the Sister’s Reward

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?

The Song of Songs 8:10

The Beloved:

8:10 I was a wall,

and my breasts were like fortress towers.

Then I found favor in his eyes.