2Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.


In Context

1 How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

Song of Solomon 7:2 in Other Translations

The King James Version of the Holy Bible

7:2Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

The Douay-Rheims Version of the Holy Bible

7:2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

The American Standard Version of the Holy Bible

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.

The Darby Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

7:2Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

The English Revised Version of the Holy Bible

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.

The Webster Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

7:2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

The World English Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

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.

The Young's Literal Translation of the Holy Bible

7:2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

The American King James Version of the Holy Bible

7:2Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.