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.
How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
2 Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
3 Sicut vitta coccinea, labia tua: et eloquium tuum, dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genae tuae, absque eo, quod intrinsecus latet.
Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
4 Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5 Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis,
Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6 donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae, et ad collem thuris.
Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7 Tota pulchra es amica mea, et macula non est in te.
You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
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 bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
9 Vulnerasti cor meum soror mea sponsa, vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
10 Quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae soror mea sponsa! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
11 Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13 Emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus. Cypri cum nardo,
Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
14 nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani, myrrha et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis.
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15 Fons hortorum: puteus aquarum viventium, quae fluunt impetu de Libano.
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing 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.
Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
