Cantares 7
Douay-Rheims Challoner (1752)
1What 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.
2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4Thy 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.
5Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8I 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.
9Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12Let 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.
13The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
Reina-Valera 1909
1¡CUÁN hermosos son tus pies en los calzados, oh hija de príncipe! Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, obra de mano de excelente maestro.
2Tu ombligo, como una taza redonda, que no le falta bebida. Tu vientre, como montón de trigo, cercado de lirios.
3Tus dos pechos, como dos cabritos mellizos de gama.
4Tu cuello, como torre de marfil; tus ojos, como las pesqueras de Hesbón junto á la puerta de Batrabbim; tu nariz, como la torre del Líbano, que mira hacia Damasco.
5Tu cabeza encima de ti, como el Carmelo; y el cabello de tu cabeza, como la púrpura del rey ligada en los corredores.
6¡Qué hermosa eres, y cuán suave, oh amor deleitoso!
7¡Y tu estatura es semejante á la palma, y tus pechos á los racimos!
8Yo dije: Subiré á la palma, asiré sus ramos: y tus pechos serán ahora como racimos de vid, y el olor de tu boca como de manzanas;
9Y tu paladar como el buen vino, que se entra á mi amado suavemente, y hace hablar los labios de los viejos.
10Yo soy de mi amado, y conmigo tiene su contentamiento.
11Ven, oh amado mío, salgamos al campo, moremos en las aldeas.
12Levantémonos de mañana á las viñas; veamos si brotan las vides, si se abre el cierne, si han florecido los granados; allí te daré mis amores.
13Las mandrágoras han dado olor, y á nuestras puertas hay toda suerte de dulces frutas, nuevas y añejas, que para ti, oh amado mío, he guardado.
King James Version
1How 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.
2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4Thy 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.
5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8I 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;
9And 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.
10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let 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.
13The 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.
World English Bible
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
9Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
12Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.