Canticle of Canticles 7

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Turn, turn, O Shulammite,	1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skilful workman.
2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,	2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Your navel is a round bowl	3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Your breasts are like twin fawns,	4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory.	5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 You head rises like Carmel;	6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 How beautiful you are, how pleasing,	7 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Your very figure is like a palm tree,	8 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 I said: I will climb the palm tree,	9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 And your mouth like an excellent wine-	10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 I belong to my lover	11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields	12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 Let us go early to the vineyards, and see	13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
14 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,