Canticum Canticorum 2
Clementine Vulgate, 1598Translation
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1[Ego flos campi, et lilium convallium.
1I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2Sponsus Sicut lilium inter spinas, sic amica mea inter filias.
2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3Sponsa Sicut malus inter ligna silvarum, sic dilectus meus inter filios. Sub umbra illius quem desideraveram sedi, et fructus ejus dulcis gutturi meo.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4Introduxit me in cellam vinariam; ordinavit in me caritatem.
4He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5Fulcite me floribus, stipate me malis, quia amore langueo.
5Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6Læva ejus sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7Sponsus Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, per capreas cervosque camporum, ne suscitetis, neque evigilare faciatis dilectam, quoadusque ipsa velit.
7I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8Sponsa Vox dilecti mei; ecce iste venit, saliens in montibus, transiliens colles.
8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum. En ipse stat post parietem nostrum, respiciens per fenestras, prospiciens per cancellos.
9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10En dilectus meus loquitur mihi. Sponsus Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni:
10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11jam enim hiems transiit; imber abiit, et recessit.
11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra; tempus putationis advenit: vox turturis audita est in terra nostra;
12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13ficus protulit grossos suos; vineæ florentes dederunt odorem suum. Surge, amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni:
13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14columba mea, in foraminibus petræ, in caverna maceriæ, ostende mihi faciem tuam, sonet vox tua in auribus meis: vox enim tua dulcis, et facies tua decora.
14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15Sponsa Capite nobis vulpes parvulas quæ demoliuntur vineas: nam vinea nostra floruit.
15Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi, qui pascitur inter lilia,
16My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ. Revertere; similis esto, dilecte mi, capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum super montes Bether.]
17Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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