Canticle of Canticles 5

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NOVA VULGATA
1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.	1 Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum et comedat fructus eius optimos. Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa; messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis, comedi favum cum melle, bibi vinum cum lacte meo. Comedite, amici, et bibite et inebriamini, carissimi.
2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.	2 Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat. Vox dilecti mei pulsantis: “ Aperi mihi, soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea, quia caput meum plenum est rore, et cincinni mei guttis noctium ”.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	3 “Exspoliavi me tunica mea, quomodo induar illa? Lavi pedes meos, quomodo inquinabo illos?”.
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.	4 Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus ilico intremuit.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.	5 Surrexi, ut aperirem dilecto meo; manus meae stillaverunt myrrham, et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima super ansam pessuli.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.	6 Aperui dilecto meo; at ille declinaverat atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, quia discesserat. Quaesivi et non inveni illum; vocavi, et non respondit mihi.
7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.	7 Invenerunt me custodes, qui circumeunt civitatem; percusserunt me et vulneraverunt me, tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.	8 Adiuro vos, filiae Ierusalem: si inveneritis dilectum meum, quid nuntietis ei? “ Quia amore langueo ”.
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?	9 Quid est dilecto tuo prae ceteris, o pulcherrima mulierum? Quid est dilecto tuo prae ceteris, quia sic adiurasti nos?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.	10 Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus dignoscitur ex milibus.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.	11 Caput eius aurum optimum, cincinni eius sicut racemi palmarum, nigri quasi corvus.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.	12 Oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum, quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.	13 Genae illius sicut areolae aromatum, turriculae unguentorum; labia eius lilia distillantia myrrham primam.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.	14 Manus illius tornatiles aureae, plenae hyacinthis; venter eius opus eburneum distinctum sapphiris.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.	15 Crura illius columnae marmoreae, quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas; species eius ut Libani, electus ut cedri.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.	16 Guttur illius suavissimum, et totus desiderabilis. Talis est dilectus meus, et ipse est amicus meus, filiae Ierusalem.
17 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?