NASB
""Your navel is like a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Fenced about with lilies."
— Song Of Solomon 7:2, NASB
“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.”
"How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
"Your navel is like a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Fenced about with lilies.
"Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
"Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which faces toward Damascus.
"Your head crowns you like Carmel, And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads; The king is captivated by your tresses.