Lexicon :: Strong's G3149 - mastos

“by the God of your father who helps you,

and by the Almighty who blesses you

with blessings of the heavens above,

blessings of the deep that lies below,

and blessings of the breasts and the womb.

Why did the knees receive me,

and why were there breasts for me to nurse?

The fatherless infant is snatched from the breast;

the nursing child of the poor is seized as collateral.[fn]

It was you who brought me out of the womb,

making me secure at my mother’s breast.

Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!

For your caresses[fn] are more delightful than wine.

Take me with you ​— ​let’s hurry.

Oh, that the king would bring[fn] me to his chambers.

We will rejoice and be glad in you;

we will celebrate your caresses more than wine.

It is only right that they adore you.

The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me,

spending the night between my breasts.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride.

Your caresses are much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding

and the pomegranates blooming.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

Let’s go early to the vineyards;

let’s see if the vine has budded,

if the blossom has opened,

if the pomegranates are in bloom.

There I will give you my caresses.

If only I could treat you like my brother,[fn]

one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,

I would find you in public and kiss you,

and no one would scorn me.

Our sister is young;

she has no breasts.

What will we do for our sister

on the day she is spoken for?

I am[fn] a wall

and my breasts like towers.

So to him I have become

like one who finds[fn] peace.[fn]

Who is he trying to teach?

Who is he trying to instruct?

Infants[fn] just weaned from milk?

Babies[fn] removed from the breast?

Beat your breasts in mourning

for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

so that you may nurse and be satisfied

from her comforting breast

and drink deeply and delight yourselves

from her glorious breasts.

Does the snow of Lebanon ever leave the highland crags?

Or does cold water flowing from a distance ever fail?

LORD, look and consider

to whom you have done this.

Should women eat their own children,

the infants they have nurtured?[fn]

Should priests and prophets

be killed in the Lord’s sanctuary?

Even jackals offer their breasts

to nurse their young,

but my dear people have become cruel

like ostriches in the wilderness.

“As for your birth, your umbilical cord wasn’t cut on the day you were born, and you weren’t washed clean[fn] with water. You were not rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths.

I made you thrive[fn] like plants of the field. You grew up and matured and became very beautiful.[fn] Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, but you were stark naked.

“who acted like prostitutes in Egypt, behaving promiscuously in their youth. Their breasts were fondled there, and their virgin nipples caressed.

“So you revisited the depravity of your youth, when the Egyptians caressed your nipples to enjoy your youthful breasts.

Rebuke your mother; rebuke her.

For she is not my wife and I am not her husband.

Let her remove the promiscuous look from her face

and her adultery from between her breasts.

Give them, LORD —

What should you give?

Give them a womb that miscarries

and breasts that are dry!

Gather the people;

sanctify the congregation;

assemble the aged;[fn]

gather the infants,

even babies nursing at the breast.

Let the groom leave his bedroom,

and the bride her honeymoon chamber.