Canticum Canticorum 7
1 quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis numquam indigens poculis venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis
Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
4 collum tuum sicut turris eburnea oculi tui sicut piscinae in Esebon quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis nasus tuus sicut turris Libani quae respicit contra Damascum
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 caput tuum ut Carmelus et comae capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.
6 quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis
How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!
7 statura tua adsimilata est palmae et ubera tua botris
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.
8 dixi ascendam in palmam adprehendam fructus eius et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae et odor oris tui sicut malorum
I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,
9 guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum dignum dilecto meo ad potandum labiisque et dentibus illius ruminandum
and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.
10 ego dilecto meo et ad me conversio eius
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 veni dilecte mi egrediamur in agrum commoremur in villis
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
12 mane surgamus ad vineas videamus si floruit vinea si flores fructus parturiunt si floruerunt mala punica ibi dabo tibi ubera mea
Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.
13 mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma nova et vetera dilecte mi servavi tibi
The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
