Catholic Public Domain Version
"Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist. "
— Song Of Solomon 7:2, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.”
“Thy body islikea round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a 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.”
Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.