2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
2 Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
7:2Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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.
7:2Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.