Christ sets forth the graces of his spouse: and declares his love for her.
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
SPONSUS. Quam pulchra es, amica mea! quam pulchra es! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quae ascenderunt de lavacro; omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genae tuae, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis; mille clypei pendant ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae, et ad collem thuris.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Veni de Libano, sponsa mea : veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis : de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa; vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Quam pulchrae sunt mammae tuae, soror mea sponsa! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa; mel et lac sub lingua tua : et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Emissiones tuae paradisus malorum punicorum, cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum, cum universis lignis Libani; myrrha et aloe, cum omnibus primis unguentis.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quae fluunt impetu de Libano.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
SPONSA. Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster : perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.