Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 [SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
Osculetur me osculo oris sui. Quia meliora sunt ubera tua vino, fragrantia unguentis optimis.
3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
Oleum effusum nomen tuum: ideo adolescentulæ dilexerunt te. Trahe me.
4 [SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
Post te curremus in odorem unguentorum tuorum. Introduxit me rex in cellaria sua. Exultabimus et lætabimur in te, memores uberum tuorum super vinum. Recti diligunt te.
5 [SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Ierusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salomonis.
6 [SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
Nolite me considerare quod fusca sim, quia decoloravit me sol. Filii matris meæ pugnaverunt contra me, posuerunt me custodem in vineis: vineam meam non custodivi.
7 Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
Indica mihi, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.
8 [HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
Si ignoras te o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere, et abi post vestigia gregum, et pasce hœdos tuos iuxta tabernacula pastorum.
9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te amica mea.
10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
Pulchræ sunt genæ tuæ sicut turturis: collum tuum sicut monilia.
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
Murenulas aureas faciemus tibi, vermiculatas argento.
12 [SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
Fasciculus myrrhæ dilectus meus mihi, inter ubera mea commorabitur.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Botrus Cypri dilectus meus mihi, in vineis Engaddi.
15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
Ecce tu pulchra es amica mea, ecce tu pulchra es, oculi tui columbarum.
16 [SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
Ecce tu pulcher es dilecte mi, et decorus. Lectulus noster floridus.
17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
Tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cypressina.
