NET Bible
"Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies."
— Song Of Solomon 7:2, NET Bible
“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.”
“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.”
The Lover to His Beloved:(7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory. Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries– the king is held captive in its tresses!