Canticum Canticorum 2
1 Ego flos campi, et lilium convallium.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Sicut lilium inter spinas, sic amica mea inter filias.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Sicut malus inter ligna silvarum, sic dilectus meus inter filios. Sub umbra illius quem desideraveram, sedi: et fructus eius dulcis gutturi meo.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Introduxit me in cellam vinariam, ordinavit in me charitatem.
He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
5 Fulcite me floribus, stipate me malis: quia amore langueo.
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
6 Læva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me.
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
7 Adiuro vos filiæ Ierusalem per capreas, cervosque camporum, ne suscitetis, neque evigilare faciatis dilectam, quoadusque ipsa velit.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
8 Vox dilecti mei, ecce iste venit saliens in montibus, transiliens colles:
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum. en ipse stat post parietem nostrum respiciens per fenestras, prospiciens per cancellos.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit, et recessit.
For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit: vox turturis audita est in terra nostra:
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 ficus protulit grossos suos: vineæ florentes dederunt odorem suum. Surge, amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni:
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
14 columba mea in foraminibus petræ, in caverna maceriæ, ostende mihi faciem tuam, sonet vox tua in auribus meis: vox enim tua dulcis, et facies tua decora.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
15 Capite nobis vulpes parvulas, quæ demoliuntur vineas: nam vinea nostra floruit.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi, qui pascitur inter lilia
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17 donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ. Revertere: similis esto, dilecte mi, capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum super montes Bether.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
