Canticle of Canticles 7

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 CHORUS: Come back, come back, girl from Shulam, come back, come back, where we can look at you!Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam, dancing between two lines of dancers?	1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skilful workman.
2 LOVER: How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter! The curve of your thighs islike the curve of a necklace, work of a master hand.	2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Your navel is a bowl wel rounded with no lack of wine, your bel y a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.	3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazel e.	4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Your neck is an ivory tower. Your eyes, the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose,the Tower of Lebanon, sentinel facing Damascus.	5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in yourtresses.	6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!	7 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.	8 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts beclusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,	9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 and your palate like sweet wine. BELOVED: Flowing down the throat of my love, as it runs on the lipsof those who sleep.	10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.	11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,	12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 and in the early morning we wil go to the vineyards. We will see if the vines are budding, if theirblossoms are opening, if the pomegranate trees are in flower. Then I shall give you the gift of my love.	13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
14 The mandrakes yield their fragrance, the most exquisite fruits are at our doors; the new as well as theold, I have stored them for you, my love.