Canticum Canticorum 8
1 quis mihi det te fratrem meum sugentem ubera matris meae ut inveniam te foris et deosculer et iam me nemo despiciat
Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
2 adprehendam te et ducam in domum matris meae ibi me docebis et dabo tibi poculum ex vino condito et mustum malorum granatorum meorum
I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 leva eius sub capite meo et dextera illius amplexabitur me
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
4 adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem ne suscitetis et evigilare faciatis dilectam donec ipsa velit
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
5 quae est ista quae ascendit de deserto deliciis affluens et nixa super dilectum suum sub arbore malo suscitavi te ibi corrupta est mater tua ibi violata est genetrix tua
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
6 pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum ut signaculum super brachium tuum quia fortis est ut mors dilectio dura sicut inferus aemulatio lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammarum (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
7 aquae multae non poterunt extinguere caritatem nec flumina obruent illam si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suae pro dilectione quasi nihil despicient eum
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
8 soror nostra parva et ubera non habet quid faciemus sorori nostrae in die quando adloquenda est
We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 si murus est aedificemus super eum propugnacula argentea si ostium est conpingamus illud tabulis cedrinis
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 ego murus et ubera mea sicut turris ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem repperiens
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 vinea fuit Pacifico in ea quae habet populos tradidit eam custodibus vir adfert pro fructu eius mille argenteos
Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
12 vinea mea coram me est mille tui Pacifice et ducenti his qui custodiunt fructus eius
My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 quae habitas in hortis amici auscultant fac me audire vocem tuam
The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 fuge dilecte mi et adsimilare capreae hinuloque cervorum super montes aromatum
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
