Song of Solomon 4
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
Quam pulchra es amica mea, quam pulchra es! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo, quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum, quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Sicut vitta coccinea, labia tua: et eloquium tuum, dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genae tuae, absque eo, quod intrinsecus latet.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis,
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae, et ad collem thuris.
7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
Tota pulchra es amica mea, et macula non est in te.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of 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 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
Vulnerasti cor meum soror mea sponsa, vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
Quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae soror mea sponsa! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
Hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
Emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus. Cypri cum nardo,
14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani, myrrha et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Fons hortorum: puteus aquarum viventium, quae fluunt impetu de Libano.
16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
Surge Aquilo, et veni Auster, perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius. Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum.
