Cantares 7

Wie schon ist dein Gang in den Schuhen, du Furstentochter! Deine Lenden stehen gleich aneinanderwie zwo Spangen, die des Meisters Hand gemacht hat.

Tu ombligo, como una taza redonda, que no le falta bebida. Tu vientre, como montón de trigo, cercado de lirios.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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.