Canticum Canticorum 7
1 Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Iuncturæ femorum tuorum, sicut monilia, quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.
How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
2 Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; 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 fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
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; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward 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 captive in the tresses thereof.
6 Quam pulchra es, et quam decora charissima, 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 eius: et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ: et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance 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, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
10 Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio eius.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward 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 whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
13 Mandragoræ dederunt odorem. In portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
