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Song of Solomon 4:5
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

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Song of Solomon 7:3
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Proverbs 5:19
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.

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

Song of Solomon 8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

Song of Solomon 1:13
As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

Isaiah 66:10
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:

Isaiah 66:11
So that you may take of the comfort flowing from her breasts, and be delighted with the full measure of her glory.

Song of Solomon 2:9
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

Song of Solomon 8:8
We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

Ezekiel 16:7
And be increased in number like the buds of the field; and you were increased and became great, and you came to the time of love: your breasts were formed and your hair was long; but you were uncovered and without clothing.

1 Peter 2:2
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;

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Song of Solomon 2:16
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

Song of Solomon 2:2
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.

Song of Solomon 6:2
My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

Matthew 6:28
And why are you troubled about clothing? See the flowers of the field, how they come up; they do no work, they make no thread:

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