Song 1
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
1This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
1[ Sponsa Osculetur me osculo oris sui; quia meliora sunt ubera tua vino,
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
2fragrantia unguentis optimis. Oleum effusum nomen tuum; ideo adolescentulæ dilexerunt te.
3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
3Chorus Adolescentularum Trahe me, post te curremus in odorem unguentorum tuorum. Introduxit me rex in cellaria sua; exsultabimus et lætabimur in te, memores uberum tuorum super vinum. Recti diligunt te.
4Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
4Sponsa Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Jerusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salomonis.
5I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
5Nolite me considerare quod fusca sim, quia decoloravit me sol. Filii matris meæ pugnaverunt contra me; posuerunt me custodem in vineis: vineam meam non custodivi.
6Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
6Indica mihi, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.
7Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
7Sponsus Si ignoras te, o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere, et abi post vestigia gregum, et pasce hædos tuos juxta tabernacula pastorum.
8If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
8Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
9Pulchræ sunt genæ tuæ sicut turturis; collum tuum sicut monilia.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
10Murenulas aureas faciemus tibi, vermiculatas argento.
11We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
11Sponsa Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
12Fasciculus myrrhæ dilectus meus mihi; inter ubera mea commorabitur.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
13Botrus cypri dilectus meus mihi in vineis Engaddi.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
14Sponsus Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea ! ecce tu pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum.
15How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
15Sponsa Ecce tu pulcher es, dilecte mi, et decorus ! Lectulus noster floridus.
16How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
16Tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cypressina.]
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
no verse 17 in this text
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