Old Testament
Song of Songs
Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Dilectus meo descende in horto suo ad areola aromate, ut pasce in hortos, et lilios collige.
Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
Me dilige meo, et dilecto meo ad me, qui pasce inter lilios.
Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.
Pulcherrimo es, amica meo; suavi, et decora sicut Ierusalem; terribili ut de castros acie ordina.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
Ave oculos tuo ab me, quia ipso me avola fac. Capillis tuo sicut grege de capras que appare de Galaade.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Dentes tuo sicut grege de oves que ascende de lavacro: omni gemellos foetu, et sterili non es in illos.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
Sicut cortice de malo de punico, sic gena tuo, absque occulto tuo.
Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Sexaginta es reginas, et octoginta concubinas, et de adolescentulas non es numero.
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Uno es columba meo, perfice meo, uno es de matre suo, elige genetrici suo. De filia vide illa, et beato praedica; de regina et concubinas, et lauda illa.
Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
Que es isto que progredior quasi aurora consurge, pulcherrimo ut luna, elige ut sole, terribili ut de castros acie ordina?
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Descende in horto de nuces, ut vide pomos convallio, et inspice si vinea flore, et germina malo punico.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.
I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
Ne sci: anima meo conturba me, propter quadrigas Aminadabe.
Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.
Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
Reverte, reverte, Sulamitas! Reverte, reverte ut intueor te.
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