Canticum Canticorum 4
Clementine Vulgate, 1598Translation
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
Berean Standard Bible
1[ Sponsus Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quæ ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
1How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro; omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
3Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genæ tuæ, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis; mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreæ gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.
5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.
6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.
7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
8Veni de Libano, sponsa mea: veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis: de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa; vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
10Quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ, soror mea sponsa ! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
11Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa; mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13Emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum punicorum, cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.
13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum, cum universis lignis Libani; myrrha et aloë, cum omnibus primis unguentis.
14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quæ fluunt impetu de Libano.
15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16Sponsa Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster: perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.]
16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
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