Song of Songs 7:3
Song of Songs 7:1-9 The Message (MSG)
Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement— Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention. The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges —stirrings of desire, longings for the heights— Remind me of you, and I’m spoiled for anyone else! Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion. You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. I say, “I’m going to climb that palm tree! I’m going to caress its fruit!” Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint, your tongue and lips like the best wine.
Song of Songs 7:3 King James Version (KJV)
Thy two breasts are like two young roes That are twins.
Song of Songs 7:3 New American Standard Bible - NASB 1995 (NASB1995)
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:3 New Century Version (NCV)
Your breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:3 American Standard Version (ASV)
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
Song of Songs 7:3 New International Version (Anglicised) (NIVUK)
Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:3 New King James Version (NKJV)
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:3 Amplified Bible (AMP)
“Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:3 New Living Translation (NLT)
Your breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle.
Song of Songs 7:2-3 The Passion Translation (TPT)
Out of your innermost being is flowing the fullness of my Spirit— never failing to satisfy. Within your womb there is a birthing of harvest wheat; they are the sons and daughters nurtured by the purity you impart. How gracious you have become!