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 quæ 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 among them.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro; omnes gemellis fœtibus, 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 genæ tuæ, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armory: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis; mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreæ 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 aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.
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 mea: 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 pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ, soror mea sponsa! pulchriora sunt 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 thuris.
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 tuæ 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; myrrha et aloë, 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, quæ 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.
