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Song of Songs

The Song of Solomon, chapter 7, Vulgate and King James Version

Chapter 7


   1 Convertere, convertere, Sula mitis; convertere, convertere, ut intueamur te. Quid aspicitis in Sulamitem, cum saltat inter binos choros?
   2 Quam pulchri sunt pedes tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Flexurae femorum tuorum sicut monilia, quae fabricata sunt manu artificis.
   3 Gremium tuum crater tornatilis: numquam indigeat vino mixto; venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.
   4 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreae,
   5 collum tuum sicut turris eburnea. Oculi tui sicut piscinae in Hesebon, quae sunt ad portam Bathrabbim; nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quae respicit contra Damascum.
   6 Caput tuum ut Carmelus, et comae capitis tui sicut purpura; rex vincitur cincinnis.
   7 Quam pulchra es et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
   8 Statura tua assimilata est palmae, et ubera tua botris.
   9 Dixi: "Ascendam in palmam et apprehendam fructus eius". Et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
   10 Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.
   11 Ego dilecto meo, et ad me appetitus eius.
   12 Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis;
   13 mane properabimus ad vineas, videbimus; si floruit vinea, si flores aperiuntur, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi amores meos.
   14 Mandragorae dederunt odorem; in portis nostris omnia poma optima, nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.

King James Version

   1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
   2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
   3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
   4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
   5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
   6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
   7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
   8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
   9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
   10 ¶ I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
   11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
   12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
   13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

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