Canticum Canticorum 4
1 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.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
2 Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
3 Sicut vitta coccinea, labia tua: et eloquium tuum, dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genae tuae, absque eo, quod intrinsecus latet.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
4 Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
5 Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis,
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
6 donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae, et ad collem thuris.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
7 Tota pulchra es amica mea, et macula non est in te.
Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
8 Veni de Libano sponsa mea, veni de Libano, veni: coronaberis de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
[Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, — Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
9 Vulnerasti cor meum soror mea sponsa, vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10 Quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae soror mea sponsa! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
11 Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus. Cypri cum nardo,
Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
14 nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani, myrrha et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis.
Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 Fons hortorum: puteus aquarum viventium, quae fluunt impetu de Libano.
A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
16 Surge Aquilo, et veni Auster, perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius. Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum.
Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
