Canticum Canticorum 7
1 Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.
How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2 Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.
Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea; oculi tui sicut piscinæ in Hesebon quæ sunt in porta filiæ multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quæ respicit contra Damascum.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
5 Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.
Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
6 Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
7 Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.
Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
9 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
10 Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.
I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
11 Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.
Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Mane surgamus ad vineas: videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.
Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.
The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
