Cantares 7

Que tes pieds sont beaux dans ta chaussure, fille de prince! Les contours de ta hanche sont comme des colliers, Œuvre des mains 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.