1 If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
8 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?
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.