Cantico 5

NOVA VULGATA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
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.	1 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."
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 ”.	2 Groom to Bride: "I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved."
3 “Exspoliavi me tunica mea, quomodo induar illa? Lavi pedes meos, quomodo inquinabo illos?”.	3 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"
4 Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus ilico intremuit.	4 Groom to Bride: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night."
5 Surrexi, ut aperirem dilecto meo; manus meae stillaverunt myrrham, et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima super ansam pessuli.	5 Bride: "I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?"
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.	6 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."
7 Invenerunt me custodes, qui circumeunt civitatem; percusserunt me et vulneraverunt me, tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.	7 "I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh."
8 Adiuro vos, filiae Ierusalem: si inveneritis dilectum meum, quid nuntietis ei? “ Quia amore langueo ”.	8 "I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me."
9 Quid est dilecto tuo prae ceteris, o pulcherrima mulierum? Quid est dilecto tuo prae ceteris, quia sic adiurasti nos?	9 "The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me."
10 Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus dignoscitur ex milibus.	10 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."
11 Caput eius aurum optimum, cincinni eius sicut racemi palmarum, nigri quasi corvus.	11 Chorus to Bride: "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?"
12 Oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum, quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima.	12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."
13 Genae illius sicut areolae aromatum, turriculae unguentorum; labia eius lilia distillantia myrrham primam.	13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."
14 Manus illius tornatiles aureae, plenae hyacinthis; venter eius opus eburneum distinctum sapphiris.	14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."
15 Crura illius columnae marmoreae, quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas; species eius ut Libani, electus ut cedri.	15 "His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."
16 Guttur illius suavissimum, et totus desiderabilis. Talis est dilectus meus, et ipse est amicus meus, filiae Ierusalem.	16 "His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."
	17 Chorus to Bride: "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?"