Canticle of Canticles 1

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,	1 Solomon's Song of Songs:
2 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.	2 BELOVED: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love-making is sweeter than wine;
3 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.	3 delicate is the fragrance of your perfume, your name is an oil poured out, and that is why girls love you.
4 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.	4 Draw me in your footsteps, let us run. The king has brought me into his rooms; you wil be our joy andour gladness. We shal praise your love more than wine; how right it is to love you.
5 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.	5 BELOVED: I am black but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the pavilions of Salmah.
6 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.	6 Take no notice of my dark colouring, it is the sun that has burnt me. My mother's sons turned their angeron me, they made me look after the vineyards. My own vineyard I had not looked after!
7 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.	7 Tel me then, sweetheart, where wil you lead your flock to graze, where will you rest it at noon? That Imay no more wander like a vagabond beside the flocks of your companions.
8 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.	8 CHORUS: If you do not know this, O loveliest of women, fol ow the tracks of the flock, and take your kidsto graze close by the shepherds' tents.
9 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.	9 LOVER: I compare you, my love, to my mare harnessed to Pharaoh's chariot.
10 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.	10 Your cheeks show fair between their pendants and your neck within its necklaces.
11 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.	11 We shall make you golden earrings and beads of silver.
12 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.	12 DUO: -While the king rests in his own room my nard yields its perfume.
13 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.	13 My love is a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.
14 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.	14 My love is a cluster of henna flowers among the vines of En-Gedi.
15 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.	15 -How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves.
16 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.	16 -How beautiful you are, my love, and how you delight me! Our bed is the greensward.
	17 -The beams of our house are cedar trees, its panel ing the cypress.