Song of Solomon 7:7
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Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
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Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God, as we mature to the full measure of the stature of Christ.
Be glad for Jerusalem and rejoice over her, all who love her. Rejoice greatly with her, all who mourn over her,
The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. Then you, being rooted and grounded in love,
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
Like scarecrows in a cucumber patch, their idols cannot speak. They must be carried because they cannot walk. Do not fear them, for they can do no harm, and neither can they do any good.”