Cantares 7

Que tes pieds sont beaux dans tes sandales, fille de prince ! La courbure de tes reins est comme un collier, œuvre d'un artiste.

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.