Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
君の女よ なんぢの足は鞋の中にありて如何に美はしきかな 汝の腿はまろらかにして玉のごとく 巧匠の手にて作りたるがごとし
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
なんぢの臍は美酒の缺ることあらざる圓き杯盤のごとく なんぢの腹は積かさねたる麥のまはりを百合花もてかこめるが如し
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
なんぢの兩乳房は牝鹿の雙子なる二の小鹿のごとし
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
なんぢの頸は象牙の戍樓の如く 汝の目はヘシボンにてバテラビムの門のほとりにある池のごとく なんぢの鼻はダマスコに對へるレバノンの戍樓のごとし
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
なんぢの頭はカルメルのごとく なんぢの頭の髮は紫花のごとし 王その垂たる髮につながれたり
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
ああ愛よ もろもろの快樂の中にありてなんぢは如何に美はしく如何に悦ばしき者なるかな
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
なんぢの身の長は棕櫚の樹に等しく なんぢの乳房は葡萄のふさのごとし
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
われ謂ふこの棕櫚の樹にのぼり その枝に執つかんと なんぢの乳房は葡萄のふさのごとく なんぢの鼻の氣息は林檎のごとく匂はん
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
なんぢの口は美酒のごとし わが愛する者のために滑かに流れくだり 睡れる者の口をして動かしむ
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
われはわが愛する者につき 彼はわれを戀したふ
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
わが愛する者よ われら田舍にくだり 村里に宿らん
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
われら夙におきて葡萄や芽しし莟やいでし石榴の花やさきし いざ葡萄園にゆきて見ん かしこにて我わが愛をなんぢにあたへん
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
戀茄かぐはしき香氣を發ち もろもろの佳き果物古き新らしき共にわが戸の上にあり わが愛する者よ我これをなんぢのためにたくはへたり
