Song of Solomon 7:2
Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.

Your navel is perfectly formed like a goblet filled with mixed wine. Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat bordered with lilies.

Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.

"Your navel is like a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Fenced about with lilies.

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

Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies.

Your navel is a round mixing bowl--may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.

Your navel is a round bowl. May it always be filled with spiced wine. Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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

Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy 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.

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

Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly 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 waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

Kantiku i Kantikëve 7:2
Kërthiza jote është një kupë e rrumbullakët, ku nuk mungon kurrë vera aromatike. Barku yt është një tog gruri, i rrethuar nga zambakë.

ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 7:2
سرتك كاس مدورة لا يعوزها شراب ممزوج. بطنك صبرة حنطة مسيجة بالسوسن.

Dyr Minnensang 7:2
Wie ayn Staauf voll Wein scheint dein Nabl mir. Dein Leib ist wie Waitz, von aynn Lilgnkranz gsaeumt,

Песен на песните 7:2
Пъпът ти е [като] обла чаша, от която не липсва подправено вино; Коремът ти е [като] житен копен ограден с кремове;

雅 歌 7:2
你 的 肚 臍 如 圓 杯 ， 不 缺 調 和 的 酒 ； 你 的 腰 如 一 堆 麥 子 ， 周 圍 有 百 合 花 。

你 的 肚 脐 如 圆 杯 ， 不 缺 调 和 的 酒 ； 你 的 腰 如 一 堆 麦 子 ， 周 围 有 百 合 花 。

你的肚臍如圓杯，不缺調和的酒。你的腰如一堆麥子，周圍有百合花。

你的肚脐如圆杯，不缺调和的酒。你的腰如一堆麦子，周围有百合花。

Song of Solomon 7:2
Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.

Píseň Šalomounova 7:2
Pupek tvůj koflík okrouhlý, ne bez nápoje; břicho tvé jako stoh pšenice obrostlý kvítím.

Højsangen 7:2
dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;

Hooglied 7:2
Uw navel is als een ronde beker, dien geen drank ontbreekt; uw buik is als een hoop tarwe, rondom bezet met lelien.