Song of Songs 7

Song of Songs 7, Catholic Public Domain Version

1. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?†

   Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum? Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.

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   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.

   Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.

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   Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.

   Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.

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   Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

   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.

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   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.†

   Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.

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   Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.

   Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!

7. 7

   Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!

   Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.

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   Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

   Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.

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   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.

   Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.

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    Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.

    Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.

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    I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.

    Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.

12. 12

    Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.

    Mane surgamus ad vineas: videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.

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    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. The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.

    Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.

Catholic Public Domain Version (Ronald L. Conte Jr., 2009), public domain · Latin: Clementine Vulgate (1592)