Song.7.2

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

Song.7.2

Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.

Song.7.2

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

Song.7.2

Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.