Canticle of Canticles 5

NEW JERUSALEM	VULGATA
1 LOVER: I come into my garden, my sister, my promised bride, I pick my myrrh and balsam, I eat myhoney and my honeycomb, I drink my wine and my milk. POET: Eat, friends, and drink, drink deep, my dearestfriends.	1 Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum. (Sponsus)Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa ; messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis ; comedi favum cum melle meo ; bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo ; comedite, amici, et bibite, et inebriamini, carissimi.
2 BELOVED: I sleep, but my heart is awake. I hear my love knocking. 'Open to me, my sister, my beloved,my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of night.'	2 (Sponsa)Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat. Vox dilecti mei pulsantis : (Sponsus)Aperi mihi, soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea, quia caput meum plenum est rore, et cincinni mei guttis noctium.
3 -'I have taken off my tunic, am I to put it on again? I have washed my feet, am I to dirty them again?'	3 (Sponsa)Expoliavi me tunica mea : quomodo induar illa ? lavi pedes meos : quomodo inquinabo illos ?
4 My love thrust his hand through the hole in the door; I trembled to the core of my being.	4 Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus intremuit ad tactum ejus.
5 Then I got up to open to my love, myrrh ran off my hands, pure myrrh off my fingers, on to the handle ofthe bolt.	5 Surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo ; manus meæ stillaverunt myrrham, et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.
6 I opened to my love, but he had turned and gone. My soul failed at his flight, I sought but could not findhim, I cal ed, but he did not answer.	6 Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo, at ille declinaverat, atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est ; quæsivi, et non inveni illum ; vocavi, et non respondit mihi.
7 The watchmen met me, those who go on their rounds in the city. They beat me, they wounded me, theytook my cloak away from me: those guardians of the ramparts!	7 Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem ; percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me. Tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you should find my love, what are you to tel him? -That I amsick with love!	8 Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, si inveneritis dilectum meum, ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo.
9 CHORUS: What makes your lover better than other lovers, O loveliest of women? What makes yourlover better than other lovers, to put us under such an oath?	9 (Chorus)Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, o pulcherrima mulierum ? qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, quia sic adjurasti nos ?
10 BELOVED: My love is fresh and ruddy, to be known among ten thousand.	10 (Sponsa)Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus ; electus ex millibus.
11 His head is golden, purest gold, his locks are palm fronds and black as the raven.	11 Caput ejus aurum optimum ; comæ ejus sicut elatæ palmarum, nigræ quasi corvus.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-courses, bathing themselves in milk, perching on a fountain-rim.	12 Oculi ejus sicut columbæ super rivulos aquarum, quæ lacte sunt lotæ, et resident juxta fluenta plenissima.
13 His cheeks are beds of spices, banks sweetly scented. His lips are lilies, distil ing pure myrrh.	13 Genæ illius sicut areolæ aromatum, consitæ a pigmentariis. Labia ejus lilia, distillantia myrrham primam.
14 His hands are golden, rounded, set with jewels of Tarshish. His bel y a block of ivory covered withsapphires.	14 Manus illius tornatiles, aureæ, plenæ hyacinthis. Venter ejus eburneus, distinctus sapphiris.
15 His legs are alabaster columns set in sockets of pure gold. His appearance is that of Lebanon,unrival ed as the cedars.	15 Crura illius columnæ marmoreæ quæ fundatæ sunt super bases aureas. Species ejus ut Libani, electus ut cedri.
16 His conversation is sweetness itself, he is altogether lovable. Such is my love, such is my friend, Odaughters of Jerusalem.	16 Guttur illius suavissimum, et totus desiderabilis. Talis est dilectus meus, et ipse est amicus meus, filiæ Jerusalem.
	17 (Chorus)Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum ? quo declinavit dilectus tuus ? et quæremus eum tecum.