Strong's G3149 μαστός (mastos)

And my God helped thee, And he blessed thee with the blessing of heaven from above, And the blessing of the earth possessing all things, Because of the blessing of the breasts and of the womb,

And why did the knees support me? And why did I suck the breasts?

They have snatched the fatherless from the breast, And have afflicted the outcast.

For thou art he that drew me out of the womb; My hope from my mother’s breasts.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: For thy breasts are better than wine.

They have drawn thee: We will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: The king has brought me into his closet: Let us rejoice and be glad in thee; We will love thy breasts more than wine: Righteousness loves thee.

My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; He shall lie between my breasts.

Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, That feed among the lilies.

How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! How much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, And the smell of thy garments than all spices!

I went down to the garden of nuts, To look at the fruits of the valley, To see if the vine flowered, If the pomegranates blossomed.

Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

This is thy greatness in thy delights: Thou wast made like a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: And now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy nose as apples;

Let us go early into the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has flowered, If the blossoms have appeared, If the pomegranates have blossomed; There will I give thee my breasts.

I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; When I found thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, they should not despise me.

Our sister is little, and has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister, In the day wherein she shall be spoken for?

I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.

To whom have we reported evils? and to whom have we reported a message? even to those that are weaned from the milk, who are drawn from the breast.

and beat on your breasts, because of the pleasant field, and the fruit of the vine.

that ye may suck, and be satisfied with the breast of her consolation; that ye may milk out, and delight yourselves with the influx of her glory.

Will fertilizing streams fail to flow from a rock, or snow fail from Lebanon? will water violently impelled by the wind turn aside?

Behold, O Lord, And see for whom thou hast gathered thus. Shall the women eat the fruit of their womb? The cook has made a gathering: Shall the infants sucking at the breasts be slain? Wilt thou slay the priest and prophet In the sanctuary of the Lord?

Nay, serpents have drawn out the breasts, They give suck to their young, The daughters of my people are incurably cruel, As an ostrich in a desert.

And as for thy birth in the day wherein thou wast born, thou didst not bind thy breasts, and thou wast not washed in water, neither wast thou salted with salt, neither wast thou swathed in swaddling bands.

increase; I have made thee as the springing grass of the field. So thou didst increase and grow, and didst enter into great cities: thy breasts were set, and thy hair grew, whereas thou wast naked and bare.

and they went a-whoring in Egypt in their youth: there their breasts fell, there they lost their virginity.

And thou didst look upon the iniquity of thy youth, the things which thou wroughtest in Egypt in thy lodging, where were the breasts of thy youth.

Plead with your mother, plead: for she is not my wife, and I am not her husband: and I will remove her fornication out of my presence, and her adultery from between her breasts:

Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give them? a miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

gather the people, sanctify the congregation, assemble the elders, gather the infants at the breast: let the bridegroom go forth of his chamber, and the bride out of her closet.

And it came to pass, as he spake these things, a certain woman of the company lifted up her voice, and said unto him, Blessed is the womb that bare thee, and the paps which thou hast sucked.

For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck.

And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.

And the women, girded with sackcloth under their breasts, abounded in the streets, and the virgins that were kept in ran, some to the gates, and some to the walls, and others looked out of the windows.

For there were two women brought, who had circumcised their children; whom when they had openly led round about the city, the babes hanging at their breasts, they cast them down headlong from the wall.

thought that they had come to the last moment of their lives, to the end of what they had tremblingly expected. They gave way, therefore, to lamentations and moans: they kissed each other: those nearest of kin to each other hung about one another’s necks: fathers about their sons, mothers their daughters: other women held their infants to their breasts, which drew what seemed their last milk.

Nevertheless, when they reflected upon the succor before granted them from heaven, they prostrated themselves with one accord; removed even the sucking children from the breast, and