Canticum Canticorum 7
1 Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Iuncturae femorum tuorum, sicut monilia, quae fabricata sunt manu artificis.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 Duo ubera tua, sicut duo hinnuli gemelli capreae.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea. Oculi tui sicut piscinae in Hesebon, quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quae respicit contra Damascum.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Caput tuum ut Carmelus: et comae capitis tui, sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 Quam pulchra es, et quam decora charissima, in deliciis!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 Statura tua assimilata est palmae, et ubera tua botris.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus eius: et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae: et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10 Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio eius.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Veni dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 Mane surgamus ad vineas, videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica: ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 Mandragorae dederunt odorem. In portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
