Canticle of Canticles 7

NEW JERUSALEM	NOVA VULGATA
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 Convertere, convertere, Sula mitis; convertere, convertere, ut intueamur te. Quid aspicitis in Sulamitem, cum saltat inter binos choros?
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 Quam pulchri sunt pedes tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Flexurae femorum tuorum sicut monilia, quae fabricata sunt manu artificis.
3 Your navel is a bowl wel rounded with no lack of wine, your bel y a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.	3 Gremium tuum crater tornatilis: numquam indigeat vino mixto; venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.
4 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazel e.	4 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreae,
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 collum tuum sicut turris eburnea. Oculi tui sicut piscinae in Hesebon, quae sunt ad portam Bathrabbim; nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quae respicit contra Damascum.
6 Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in yourtresses.	6 Caput tuum ut Carmelus, et comae capitis tui sicut purpura; rex vincitur cincinnis.
7 How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!	7 Quam pulchra es et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
8 In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.	8 Statura tua assimilata est palmae, et ubera tua botris.
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 Dixi: “ Ascendam in palmam et apprehendam fructus eius ”. Et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
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 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
11 I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.	11 Ego dilecto meo, et ad me appetitus eius.
12 Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,	12 Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis;
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 mane properabimus ad vineas, videbimus; si floruit vinea, si flores aperiuntur, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi amores meos.
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.	14 Mandragorae dederunt odorem; in portis nostris omnia poma optima, nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.