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 steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
2 umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis numquam indigens poculis venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis
Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
3 duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the 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 a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh 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: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 statura tua adsimilata est palmae et ubera tua botris
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 dixi ascendam in palmam adprehendam fructus eius et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae et odor oris tui sicut malorum
I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum dignum dilecto meo ad potandum labiisque et dentibus illius ruminandum
And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10 ego dilecto meo et ad me conversio eius
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 veni dilecte mi egrediamur in agrum commoremur in villis
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
13 mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma nova et vetera dilecte mi servavi tibi
The mandrakes give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
