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, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear 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.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis,
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae, et ad collem thuris.
Until the day break, 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.
You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
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: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir 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.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your 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 your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
11 Favus distillans labia tua sponsa, mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your 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,
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
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 of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams 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, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
