Canticum Canticorum 1
Clementine Vulgate, 1598Translation
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
Berean Standard Bible
1[ Sponsa Osculetur me osculo oris sui; quia meliora sunt ubera tua vino,
1This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
2fragrantia unguentis optimis. Oleum effusum nomen tuum; ideo adolescentulæ dilexerunt te.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
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.
3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
4Sponsa Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Jerusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salomonis.
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.
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.
5I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Indica mihi, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.
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.
7Sponsus Si ignoras te, o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere, et abi post vestigia gregum, et pasce hædos tuos juxta tabernacula pastorum.
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?
8Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea.
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.
9Pulchræ sunt genæ tuæ sicut turturis; collum tuum sicut monilia.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Murenulas aureas faciemus tibi, vermiculatas argento.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11Sponsa Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.
11We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
12Fasciculus myrrhæ dilectus meus mihi; inter ubera mea commorabitur.
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13Botrus cypri dilectus meus mihi in vineis Engaddi.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14Sponsus Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea ! ecce tu pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15Sponsa Ecce tu pulcher es, dilecte mi, et decorus ! Lectulus noster floridus.
15How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
16Tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cypressina.]
16How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
no verse 17 in this text
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
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