Canticum Canticorum 7
1 quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis numquam indigens poculis venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
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
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 caput tuum ut Carmelus et comae capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 statura tua adsimilata est palmae et ubera tua botris
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 dixi ascendam in palmam adprehendam fructus eius et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae et odor oris tui sicut malorum
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum dignum dilecto meo ad potandum labiisque et dentibus illius ruminandum
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 ego dilecto meo et ad me conversio eius
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 veni dilecte mi egrediamur in agrum commoremur in villis
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger 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 go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
13 mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma nova et vetera dilecte mi servavi tibi
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
