Song of Solomon 4
1 My darling, you are beautiful, you are very beautiful! Underneath your veil, your eyes are [as gentle as] [MET] doves. Your [long black] hair [moves from side to side] like [SIM] a flock of [black] goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.
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 [very white] like [SIM] a flock of sheep [whose wool] has [just] been (shorn/cut off) and that have come up from being washed [in a stream]. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum, quæ ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
3 Your lips are like [SIM] a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Beneath your veil, your [round, rosy/red] cheeks are like [SIM] the halves of a pomegranate.
Sicut vitta coccinea, labia tua: et eloquium tuum, dulce. Sicut fragmen mali Punici, ita genæ tuæ, absque eo, quod intrinsecus latet.
4 Your [long] neck is [beautiful] like [SIM] the tower of [King] David that was built using layers/rows of stone. [The ornaments on your necklaces are like] 1,000 [HYP] shields that are hanging [on the walls of a tower]; each one belongs to a warrior.
Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clypei pendant ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
5 Your breasts are [as beautiful] [SIM] as two (fawns/young gazelles) that eat [grass] among lilies.
Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli capreæ gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis,
6 Until dawn [tomorrow morning] and the nighttime shadows/darkness disappear, I will [lie close to your breasts] that are [like] [MET] hills that are covered with incense [DOU].
donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.
7 My darling, you are completely beautiful; your body is perfectly [formed]!
Tota pulchra es amica mea, et macula non est in te.
8 My bride, [it is as though you are in] [MET] Lebanon [far away, where I cannot reach you]; come back to me. [It is as though you are inaccessible] [MET] on the top of Hermon Mountain or the nearby peaks. Come from where the lions have their dens and where the leopards live on the mountains.
Veni de Libano sponsa mea, veni de Libano, veni: coronaberis de capite Amana, de Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
9 My bride [DOU], you who are dearer to me than my sister, you have captured my affection [IDM] by only once quickly looking at me, and by one [strand of] jewels in your necklace.
Vulnerasti cor meum soror mea sponsa, vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
10 My bride, your love for me is delightful! It more delightful than wine! And the fragrance of your perfume is more pleasing than any spice!
Quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ soror mea sponsa! Pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
11 Being kissed by you is [as enjoyable as eating] [MTY] honey; your kisses are as sweet as milk [mixed with] honey. The aroma of your clothes is like [SIM] the aroma of [cedar trees in] Lebanon.
Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
12 My bride, [you who are dearer to me than] [MET] my sister, you are [like] [MET] a garden that is locked [in order that other men cannot enter it]; [you are like] [MET] a spring or a fountain that is covered [in order that others may not drink from it].
Hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
13 You are [like] [MET] an orchard of pomegranate trees full of delicious fruit, and plenty of [plants that produce] henna and nard [spices],
Emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum Punicorum cum pomorum fructibus. Cypri cum nardo,
14 and saffron and calamus and cinnamon and many other kinds of incense, and myrrh and aloes and many [other] fine spices.
nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani, myrrha et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis.
15 [You are like] [MET] a fountain in a garden, [like] [MET] a spring of clear water that flows [down] from [the mountains of] Lebanon.
Fons hortorum: puteus aquarum viventium, quæ fluunt impetu de Libano.
16 [I want] the north wind and the south wind to come, and blow on my garden, [in order that] the fragrance [of the spices will] spread through the air. [Similarly], I want the one who loves me to come and enjoy [cuddling up to me] [like] [MET, EUP] someone comes into a garden and enjoys eating the fruit [that grows there].
Surge Aquilo, et veni Auster, perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius. Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum.
