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
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
2 dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est inter eas
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
3 sicut vitta coccinea labia tua et eloquium tuum dulce sicut fragmen mali punici ita genae tuae absque eo quod intrinsecus latet
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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 made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5 duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli capreae gemelli qui pascuntur in liliis
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6 donec adspiret dies et inclinentur umbrae vadam ad montem murrae et ad collem turis
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go 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 mark on you.
8 veni de Libano sponsa 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, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, 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 taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10 quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae soror mea sponsa pulchriora ubera tua vino et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11 favus distillans labia tua sponsa mel et lac sub lingua tua et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor turis
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa hortus conclusus fons signatus
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13 emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus cypri cum nardo
The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14 nardus et crocus fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani murra et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis
Spikenard and safron; 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
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters 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
Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
