The Latin Vulgate VUL
Young's Literal Translation YLT
1 quis mihi det te fratrem meum sugentem ubera matris meae ut inveniam te foris et deosculer et iam me nemo despiciat
1
Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
2 adprehendam te et ducam in domum matris meae ibi me docebis et dabo tibi poculum ex vino condito et mustum malorum granatorum meorum
2
I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 leva eius sub capite meo et dextera illius amplexabitur me
3
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4 adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem ne suscitetis et evigilare faciatis dilectam donec ipsa velit
4
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 quae est ista quae ascendit de deserto deliciis affluens et nixa super dilectum suum sub arbore malo suscitavi te ibi corrupta est mater tua ibi violata est genetrix tua
5
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6 pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum ut signaculum super brachium tuum quia fortis est ut mors dilectio dura sicut inferus aemulatio lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammarum
6
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
7 aquae multae non poterunt extinguere caritatem nec flumina obruent illam si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suae pro dilectione quasi nihil despicient eum
7
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.
8 soror nostra parva et ubera non habet quid faciemus sorori nostrae in die quando adloquenda est
8
We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 si murus est aedificemus super eum propugnacula argentea si ostium est conpingamus illud tabulis cedrinis
9
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 ego murus et ubera mea sicut turris ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem repperiens
10
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 vinea fuit Pacifico in ea quae habet populos tradidit eam custodibus vir adfert pro fructu eius mille argenteos
11
Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12 vinea mea coram me est mille tui Pacifice et ducenti his qui custodiunt fructus eius
12
My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 quae habitas in hortis amici auscultant fac me audire vocem tuam
13
The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 fuge dilecte mi et adsimilare capreae hinuloque cervorum super montes aromatum
14
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
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