Canticum Canticorum 7

VULGATA	NEW JERUSALEM
1 (Sponsa)Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum ? (Chorus)Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis ! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.	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?
2 Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.	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.
3 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.	3 Your navel is a bowl wel rounded with no lack of wine, your bel y a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.
4 Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea ; oculi tui sicut piscinæ in Hesebon quæ sunt in porta filiæ multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quæ respicit contra Damascum.	4 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazel e.
5 Caput tuum ut Carmelus ; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.	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.
6 (Sponsus)Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis !	6 Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in yourtresses.
7 Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.	7 How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!
8 Dixi : Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus ; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.	8 In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.
9 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.	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,
10 (Sponsa)Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.	10 and your palate like sweet wine. BELOVED: Flowing down the throat of my love, as it runs on the lipsof those who sleep.
11 Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.	11 I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.
12 Mane surgamus ad vineas : videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica ; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.	12 Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,
13 Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma : nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.	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.
	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.