Canticle of Canticles 1

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	NOVA VULGATA
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.	1 Canticum Canticorum Salomonis.
2 O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your love is better than wine,	2 Osculetur me osculo oris sui! Nam meliores sunt amores tui vino:
3 your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.	3 in fragrantiam unguentorum tuorum optimorum. Oleum effusum nomen tuum; ideo adulescentulae dilexerunt te.
4 Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.	4 Trahe me post te. Curramus! Introducat me rex in cellaria sua; exsultemus et laetemur in te memores amorum tuorum super vinum; recte diligunt te.
5 I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.	5 Nigra sum sed formosa, filiae Ierusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salma.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my own vineyard I have not kept!	6 Nolite me considerare quod fusca sim, quia decoloravit me sol. Filii matris meae irati sunt mihi; posuerunt me custodem in vineis, vineam meam non custodivi.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?	7 Indica mihi, tu, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.	8 Si ignoras, o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere et abi post vestigia gregum et pasce haedos tuos iuxta tabernacula pastorum.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.	9 Equae in curribus pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea.
10 Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.	10 Pulchrae sunt genae tuae inter inaures, collum tuum inter monilia.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.	11 Inaures aureas faciemus tibi vermiculatas argento.
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.	12 Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.
13 My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.	13 Fasciculus myrrhae dilectus meus mihi, qui inter ubera mea commoratur.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.	14 Botrus cypri dilectus meus mihi in vineis Engaddi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.	15 Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea, ecce tu pulchra es: oculi tui columbarum.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;	16 Ecce tu pulcher es, dilecte mi, et decorus. Lectulus noster floridus,
17 the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.	17 tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cupressina.