雅歌 7
1 君の女よ なんぢの足は鞋の中にありて如何に美はしきかな 汝の腿はまろらかにして玉のごとく 巧匠の手にて作りたるがごとし
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 なんぢの臍は美酒の缺ることあらざる圓き杯盤のごとく なんぢの腹は積かさねたる麥のまはりを百合花もてかこめるが如し
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 なんぢの兩乳房は牝鹿の雙子なる二の小鹿のごとし
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
4 なんぢの頸は象牙の戍樓の如く 汝の目はヘシボンにてバテラビムの門のほとりにある池のごとく なんぢの鼻はダマスコに對へるレバノンの戍樓のごとし
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 なんぢの頭はカルメルのごとく なんぢの頭の髮は紫花のごとし 王その垂たる髮につながれたり
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 ああ愛よ もろもろの快樂の中にありてなんぢは如何に美はしく如何に悦ばしき者なるかな
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 なんぢの身の長は棕櫚の樹に等しく なんぢの乳房は葡萄のふさのごとし
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 われ謂ふこの棕櫚の樹にのぼり その枝に執つかんと なんぢの乳房は葡萄のふさのごとく なんぢの鼻の氣息は林檎のごとく匂はん
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 なんぢの口は美酒のごとし わが愛する者のために滑かに流れくだり 睡れる者の口をして動かしむ
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 われはわが愛する者につき 彼はわれを戀したふ
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 わが愛する者よ われら田舍にくだり 村里に宿らん
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
12 われら夙におきて葡萄や芽しし莟やいでし石榴の花やさきし いざ葡萄園にゆきて見ん かしこにて我わが愛をなんぢにあたへん
Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
13 戀茄かぐはしき香氣を發ち もろもろの佳き果物古き新らしき共にわが戸の上にあり わが愛する者よ我これをなんぢのためにたくはへたり
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
