Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Iuncturae femorum tuorum, sicut monilia, quae fabricata sunt manu artificis.
2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.
3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli gemelli capreae.
4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea. Oculi tui sicut piscinae in Hesebon, quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quae respicit contra Damascum.
5 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
Caput tuum ut Carmelus: et comae capitis tui, sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Quam pulchra es, et quam decora charissima, in deliciis!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
Statura tua assimilata est palmae, et ubera tua botris.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus eius: et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae: et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.
Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio eius.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Veni dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Mane surgamus ad vineas, videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica: ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Mandragorae dederunt odorem. In portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.
