American Standard Version
"Thy body islikea round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. "
— Song Of Solomon 7:2, American Standard Version
“Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.”
“Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.”
“Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.”
“Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.”
“Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.”
“Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.”
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Thy body islikea round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.