Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
quam pulchra es amica mea quam pulchra es oculi tui columbarum absque eo quod intrinsecus latet capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad
2 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.
dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est inter eas
3 Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
sicut vitta coccinea labia tua et eloquium tuum dulce sicut fragmen mali punici ita genae tuae absque eo quod intrinsecus latet
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
sicut turris David collum tuum quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis mille clypei pendent ex ea omnis armatura fortium
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli capreae gemelli qui pascuntur in liliis
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
donec adspiret dies et inclinentur umbrae vadam ad montem murrae et ad collem turis
7 You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
tota pulchra es amica mea et macula non est in te
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
veni de Libano sponsa veni de Libano veni coronaberis de capite Amana de vertice Sanir et Hermon de cubilibus leonum de montibus pardorum
9 My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
vulnerasti cor meum soror mea sponsa vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum et in uno crine colli tui
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!
quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae soror mea sponsa pulchriora ubera tua vino et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata
11 Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
favus distillans labia tua sponsa mel et lac sub lingua tua et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor turis
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa hortus conclusus fons signatus
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus cypri cum nardo
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
nardus et crocus fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani murra et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
fons hortorum puteus aquarum viventium quae fluunt impetu de Libano
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
surge aquilo et veni auster perfla hortum meum et fluant aromata illius veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum et comedat fructum pomorum suorum
