DRC, KJV, VulgClementine - Song of Solomon - 1

1:1  Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,

1:1  The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

1:1  Osculetur me osculo oris sui ; quia meliora sunt ubera tua vino,

1:2  Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.

1:2  Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

1:2  fragrantia unguentis optimis. Oleum effusum nomen tuum ; ideo adolescentulæ dilexerunt te.

1:3  Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.

1:3  Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

1:3  Trahe me, post te curremus in odorem unguentorum tuorum. Introduxit me rex in cellaria sua ; exsultabimus et lætabimur in te, memores uberum tuorum super vinum. Recti diligunt te.

1:4  I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

1:4  Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

1:4  Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Jerusalem, sicut tabernacula Cedar, sicut pelles Salomonis.

1:5  Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.

1:5  I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

1:5  Nolite me considerare quod fusca sim, quia decoloravit me sol. Filii matris meæ pugnaverunt contra me ; posuerunt me custodem in vineis : vineam meam non custodivi.

1:6  Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.

1:6  Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

1:6  Indica mihi, quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie, ne vagari incipiam post greges sodalium tuorum.

1:7  If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.

1:7  Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

1:7  Si ignoras te, o pulcherrima inter mulieres, egredere, et abi post vestigia gregum, et pasce hædos tuos juxta tabernacula pastorum.

1:8  To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.

1:8  If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

1:8  Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea.

1:9  Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.

1:9  I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

1:9  Pulchræ sunt genæ tuæ sicut turturis ; collum tuum sicut monilia.

1:10  We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.

1:10  Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

1:10  Murenulas aureas faciemus tibi, vermiculatas argento.

1:11  While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.

1:11  We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

1:11  Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suum.

1:12  A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.

1:12  While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

1:12  Fasciculus myrrhæ dilectus meus mihi ; inter ubera mea commorabitur.

1:13  A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

1:13  A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

1:13  Botrus cypri dilectus meus mihi in vineis Engaddi.

1:14  Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.

1:14  My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.

1:14  Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea ! ecce tu pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum.

1:15  Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

1:15  Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.

1:15  Ecce tu pulcher es, dilecte mi, et decorus ! Lectulus noster floridus.

1:16  The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

1:16  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

1:16  Tigna domorum nostrarum cedrina, laquearia nostra cypressina.

1:17  The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.