Song of Solomon 4
JPS Tanakh (Jewish Publication Society, 1917)
Septuagint (Greek Old Testament), second edition
1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
1Ιδοὺ εἶ καλή, ἡ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή. ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου. τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν, αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ.
2Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
2ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμένων, αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ, αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι, καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς.
3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
3ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου, καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία, ὡς λέπυρον ροᾶς μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου.
4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
4ὡς πύργος Δαυΐδ τράχηλός σου, ὁ ᾠκοδομημένος εἰς θαλπιώθ· χίλιοι θυρεοὶ κρέμανται ἐπ᾿ αὐτόν, πᾶσαι βολίδες τῶν δυνατῶν.
5Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
5δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δίδυμοι δορκάδος οἱ νεμόμενοι ἐν κρίνοις.
6Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
6ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί, πορεύσομαι ἐμαυτῷ πρὸς τὸ ὄρος τῆς σμύρνης καὶ πρὸς τὸν βουνὸν τοῦ Λιβάνου.
7Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
7ὅλη καλὴ εἶ, πλησίον μου, καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
8δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου, νύμφη, δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου· ἐλεύσῃ καὶ διελεύσῃ ἀπὸ ἀρχῆς πίστεως, ἀπὸ κεφαλῆς Σανὶρ καὶ Ἐρμών, ἀπὸ μανδρῶν λεόντων, ἀπὸ ὀρέων παρδάλεων.
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
9ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη· ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἑνὶ ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν σου, ἐν μιᾷ ἐνθέματι τραχήλων σου.
10How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
10τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη; τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀπὸ οἴνου, καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα τὰ ἀρώματα;
11Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
11κηρίον ἀποστάζουσι χείλη σου, νύμφη· μέλι καὶ γάλα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν σου, καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὡς ὀσμὴ Λιβάνου.
12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
12κῆπος κεκλεισμένος, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη, κῆπος κεκλεισμένος, πηγὴ ἐσφραγισμένη.
13Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
13ἀποστολαί σου παράδεισος ροῶν μετὰ καρποῦ ἀκροδρύων, κύπροι μετὰ νάρδων,
14Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
14νάρδος καὶ κρόκος, κάλαμος καὶ κιννάμωμον μετὰ πάντων ξύλων τοῦ Λιβάνου, σμύρνα ἀλὼθ μετὰ πάντων πρώτων μύρων.
15Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
15πηγὴ κήπου καὶ φρέαρ ὕδατος ζῶντος καὶ ροιζοῦντος ἀπὸ τοῦ Λιβάνου.
16Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
16Ἐξεγέρθητι, βορρᾶ, καὶ ἔρχου, νότε, διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου, καὶ ρευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου· καταβήτω ἀδελφιδός μου εἰς κῆπον αὐτοῦ καὶ φαγέτω καρπὸν ἀκροδρύων αὐτοῦ.
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