Song of Solomon 1
JPS Tanakh (Jewish Publication Society, 1917)
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
1THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
1[ Sponsa Osculetur me osculo oris sui; quia meliora sunt ubera tua vino,
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
2fragrantia unguentis optimis. Oleum effusum nomen tuum; ideo adolescentulæ dilexerunt te.
3Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
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.
4Draw me, we will run after thee; the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
4Sponsa Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Jerusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salomonis.
5'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as 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.
6Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
6Indica mihi, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.
7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?
7Sponsus Si ignoras te, o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere, et abi post vestigia gregum, et pasce hædos tuos juxta tabernacula pastorum.
8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.
8Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea.
9I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
9Pulchræ sunt genæ tuæ sicut turturis; collum tuum sicut monilia.
10Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
10Murenulas aureas faciemus tibi, vermiculatas argento.
11We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
11Sponsa Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.
12While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
12Fasciculus myrrhæ dilectus meus mihi; inter ubera mea commorabitur.
13My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
13Botrus cypri dilectus meus mihi in vineis Engaddi.
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
14Sponsus Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea ! ecce tu pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum.
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
15Sponsa Ecce tu pulcher es, dilecte mi, et decorus ! Lectulus noster floridus.
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
16Tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cypressina.]
17The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
no verse 17 in this text
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