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 calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum 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 hinuli 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 Esebon 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 carissima in deliciis
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
statura tua adsimilata 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 adprehendam 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 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
