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 quæ ascenderunt de monte Galaad
1. How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
2. dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est inter eas
2. Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
3. sicut vitta coccinea labia tua et eloquium tuum dulce sicut fragmen mali punici ita genæ tuæ absque eo quod intrinsecus latet
3. Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
4. sicut turris David collum tuum quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis mille clypei pendent ex ea omnis armatura fortium
4. Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
5. duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli capreæ gemelli qui pascuntur in liliis
5. Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6. donec adspiret dies et inclinentur umbræ vadam ad montem murræ et ad collem turis
6. Till the day break, and the shadows retire, 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
7. Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
8. veni de Libano sponsa veni de Libano veni coronaberis de capite Amana de vertice Sanir et Hermon de cubilibus leonum de montibus pardorum
8. Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens 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
9. Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
10. quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ soror mea sponsa pulchriora ubera tua vino et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata
10. How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
11. favus distillans labia tua sponsa mel et lac sub lingua tua et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor turis
11. Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
12. hortus conclusus soror mea sponsa hortus conclusus fons signatus
12. My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
13. emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum punicorum cum pomorum fructibus cypri cum nardo
13. Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
14. nardus et crocus fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis Libani murra et alœ cum omnibus primis unguentis
14. Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
15. fons hortorum puteus aquarum viventium quæ fluunt impetu de Libano
15. The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
16. surge aquilo et veni auster perfla hortum meum et fluant aromata illius
16. Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
