Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis numquam indigens poculis venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
collum tuum sicut turris eburnea oculi tui sicut piscinae in Esebon quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis nasus tuus sicut turris Libani quae respicit contra Damascum
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
caput tuum ut Carmelus et comae capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
statura tua adsimilata est palmae et ubera tua botris
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
dixi ascendam in palmam adprehendam fructus eius et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae et odor oris tui sicut malorum
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum dignum dilecto meo ad potandum labiisque et dentibus illius ruminandum
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
ego dilecto meo et ad me conversio eius
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
veni dilecte mi egrediamur in agrum commoremur in villis
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
mane surgamus ad vineas videamus si floruit vinea si flores fructus parturiunt si floruerunt mala punica ibi dabo tibi ubera mea
13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma nova et vetera dilecte mi servavi tibi
