2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
7:2Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
7:2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
7:2Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
7:2Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
7:2Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:2Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
7:2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
7:2Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.