Song of Solomon 4:5
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

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Song of Solomon 4:5
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

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Song of Solomon 7:3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Proverbs 5:19
A loving doe and a graceful deer— let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.

Song of Solomon 7:7
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

Song of Solomon 8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

Song of Solomon 1:13
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

Isaiah 66:10
“Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her, all you who love her. Rejoice for joy with her, all you who mourn over her;

Isaiah 66:11
that you may nurse and be satisfied at the comforting breasts; that you may drink deeply, and be delighted with the abundance of her glory.”

Song of Solomon 2:9
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

Song of Solomon 8:8
We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

Ezekiel 16:7
I caused you to multiply as that which grows in the field, and you increased and grew great, and you attained to excellent beauty. Your breasts were formed, and your hair grew; yet you were naked and bare.

1 Peter 2:2
as newborn babies, long for the pure spiritual milk, that with it you may grow,

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Song of Solomon 2:16
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

Song of Solomon 2:2
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

Song of Solomon 6:2
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Matthew 6:28
Why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They don’t toil, neither do they spin,


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