Canticle of Canticles 4

KING JAMES BIBLE	NOVA VULGATA
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.	1 Quam pulchra es, amica mea, quam pulchra es: oculi tui columbarum per velamen tuum. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae descenderunt de monte Galaad;
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.	2 dentes tui sicut grex tonsarum, quae ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fetibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.	3 Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce; sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genae tuae per velamen tuum.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.	4 Sicut turris David collum tuum, quae aedificata est cum propugnaculis: mille clipei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.	5 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreae gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.	6 Antequam aspiret dies, et festinent umbrae, vadam ad montem myrrhae et ad collem turis.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.	7 Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.	8 Veni de Libano, sponsa, veni de Libano, ingredere; respice de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.	9 Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa, vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum et in uno monili torquis tui.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!	10 Quam pulchri sunt amores tui, soror, mea sponsa; meliores sunt amores tui vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.	11 Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa; mel et lac sub lingua tua, et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor Libani.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.	12 Hortus conclusus, soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus;
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,	13 propagines tuae paradisus malorum punicorum cum optimis fructibus, cypri cum nardo.
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:	14 Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum cum universis lignis turiferis, myrrha et aloe cum omnibus primis unguentis.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.	15 Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quae fluunt impetu de Libano.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.	16 Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster; perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.