Canticle of Canticles 4

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Groom to Bride: "How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead."	1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
2 "Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren."	2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
3 "Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within."	3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
4 "Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong."	4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
5 "Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies."	5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 "Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense."	6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 "You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you."	7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
8 "Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards."	8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 "You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck."	9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
10 "How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils."	10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
11 "Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense."	11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
12 "An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain."	12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
13 "You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;"	13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
14 "aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments."	14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
15 "The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon."	15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
16 "Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents."	16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.