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Sabato, 27 aprile 2024 - Santa Zita ( Letture di oggi)

Canticle of Canticles 4


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NEW JERUSALEMDOUAI-RHEIMS
1 LOVER: How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves, behind yourveil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead.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.
2 Your teeth, a flock of sheep to be shorn when they come up from the washing. Each one has its twin,not one unpaired with another.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.
3 Your lips are a scarlet thread and your words enchanting. Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves ofpomegranate.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.
4 Your neck is the Tower of David built on layers, hung round with a thousand bucklers, and each theshield of a hero.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.
5 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazel e, that feed among the lilies.5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Before the day-breeze rises, before the shadows flee, I shal go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hil offrankincense.6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are whol y beautiful, my beloved, and without a blemish.7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
8 Come from Lebanon, my promised bride, come from Lebanon, come on your way. Look down from theheights of Amanus, from the crests of Senir and Hermon, the haunt of lions, the mountains of leopards.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.
9 You ravish my heart, my sister, my promised bride, you ravish my heart with a single one of yourglances, with a single link of your necklace.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.
10 What spel s lie in your love, my sister, my promised bride! How delicious is your love, more deliciousthan wine! How fragrant your perfumes, more fragrant than al spices!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.
11 Your lips, my promised bride, distil wild honey. Honey and milk are under your tongue; and the scent ofyour garments is like the scent of Lebanon.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.
12 She is a garden enclosed, my sister, my promised bride; a garden enclosed, a sealed fountain.12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
13 Your shoots form an orchard of pomegranate trees, bearing most exquisite fruit:13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with al the incense-bearing trees; myrrh and aloes, with thesubtlest odours.14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
15 Fountain of the garden, wel of living water, streams flowing down from Lebanon!15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
16 BELOVED: Awake, north wind, come, wind of the south! Breathe over my garden, to spread its sweetsmel around. Let my love come into his garden, let him taste its most exquisite fruits.16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.