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I gave her to seven husbands from among our kinsmen. They each died on the wedding night. But, for the moment, my son, eat and drink and the Lord will arrange things for you." Tobias said, "I shall eat nothing if you do not stop now and bring this matter to a conclusion." Ragouel said to Tobias, "Take her from now on; I give her to you according to the Law of Moses and you have to understand that God himself gives her to you. Receive your kinswoman, from now on you are her brother and she is your sister. She is yours from today and forever. Now God will bless you this night and may he give you both his mercy and peace." (Tobit 7, 11)
Ragouel called his wife and said to her "My sister, prepare the other room and take Sara there." (Tobit 7, 15)
When Sara's parents had left the room and closed the door, Tobias got up from the bed and said to Sara, "Get up, my sister, and let us ask the Lord to have mercy on us and save us." (Tobit 8, 4)
Now, Lord, I take my sister to myself in sincerity and love, not merely seeking pleasure. Have mercy on us and grant us a long life together." (Tobit 8, 7)
Tobit said to her, "Calm yourself, my sister. Do not worry. He is well." (Tobit 10, 6)
I must call corruption "my father," and the worm "my mother" or "my sister." (Job 17, 14)
Let wisdom be your sister and knowledge your friend, (Proverbs 7, 4)
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one of your glances, with one bead of your necklace. (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! How delicious is your love more than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume, than any spice! (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
You are a garden enclosed, my sister, my bride; a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with spices, I have eaten my honey and my honeycomb, I have drunk my milk and my wine. Friends, eat and drink! Drink your fill, my dearest ones! (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I slept, but my heart kept vigil. I heard the knock of my beloved. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my perfect one, my dove! My head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of the night." (Song of Solomon 5, 2)