Canticum Canticorum 7
1 Chorus Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2 Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.
Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.
Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
4 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.
Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thy eyes [like] the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.
5 Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.
Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
6 Sponsus Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
8 Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 Sponsa Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.
I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] towards me.
11 Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Mane surgamus ad vineas: videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.]
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
