Song of Solomon 7:3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
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Song of Solomon 7:3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
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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.
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 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.
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?
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;
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Song of Solomon 7:1
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Song of Solomon 7:2
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Song of Solomon 7:3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
Song of Solomon 7:4
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Song of Solomon 7:5
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Song of Solomon 7:6
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
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Song of Solomon 7:7
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
Song of Solomon 7:8
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
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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 8:14
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
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