Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
Chorus Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.
4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea; oculi tui sicut piscinæ in Hesebon quæ sunt in porta filiæ multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quæ respicit contra Damascum.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
Sponsus Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
7 This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.
8 I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
9 And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
10 I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
Sponsa Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.
11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
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 forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.]
