Bible verses about "breast" | YLT

⁵ Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

⁸ We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

¹ As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. <sup>2</sup> Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, <sup>3</sup> Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, <sup>4</sup> Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, <sup>5</sup> Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! <sup>6</sup> How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. <sup>7</sup> This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. <sup>8</sup> I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, ⁹ And thy palate as the good wine—'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire. ¹¹ Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, ¹² We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; ¹³ The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

¹⁴ Give to them, Jehovah—what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

²⁹ for, lo, days do come, in which they shall say, Happy the barren, and wombs that did not bare, and paps that did not give suck;

¹⁵ Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one—the son of her womb? Yea, these forget—but I—I forget not thee.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

¹¹ So that ye suck, and have been satisfied, From the breast of her consolations, So that ye wring out, and have delighted yourselves From the abundance of her honour.

⁷ This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. ⁸ I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

¹⁸ Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth, ¹⁹ A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.

¹⁹ A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.