Canticle of Canticles 8

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NOVA VULGATA
1 Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?	1 Quis mihi det te fratrem meum, sugentem ubera matris meae, ut inveniam te foris et deosculer te, et iam me nemo despiciat?
2 I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.	2 Apprehenderem te et ducerem in domum matris meae; ibi me doceres, et darem tibi poculum ex vino condito et mustum malorum granatorum meorum.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.	3 Laeva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexatur me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.	4 Adiuro vos, filiae Ierusalem, ne suscitetis neque evigilare faciatis dilectam, donec ipsa velit.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.	5 Quae est ista, quae ascendit de deserto innixa super dilectum suum? Sub arbore malo suscitavi te; ibi parturivit te mater tua, ibi parturivit te genetrix tua.
6 Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.	6 Pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum, ut signaculum super brachium tuum, quia fortis est ut mors dilectio, dura sicut infernus aemulatio; lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammae divinae.
7 Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.	7 Aquae multae non potuerunt exstinguere caritatem, nec flumina obruent illam; si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suae pro dilectione, quasi nihil despicient eum.
8 Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?	8 Soror nostra parva et ubera non habet; quid faciemus sorori nostrae in die, quando alloquenda est?
9 If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.	9 Si murus est, aedificemus super eum propugnacula argentea; si ostium est, compingamus illud tabulis cedrinis.
10 I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.	10 Ego murus, et ubera mea sicut turris; ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem reperiens.
11 The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.	11 Vinea fuit Salomoni in Baalhamon. Tradidit eam custodibus; vir affert pro fructu eius mille argenteos.
12 My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.	12 Vinea mea coram me est; mille tibi, Salomon, et ducenti his, qui custodiunt fructus eius.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.	13 Quae habitas in hortis, amici auscultant, fac me audire vocem tuam.
14 Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.	14 Fuge, dilecte mi, et assimilare capreae hinnuloque cervorum super montes aromatum.