THE HOLY BIBLE Douay-Rheims

Solomon's Canticle of Canticles (Author Solomon)

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1:2Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,

1:3Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.

1:4Draw 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 righteous love thee.

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

1:6Do 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.

1:7Shew 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.

1:8If 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.

1:9To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.

1:10Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.

1:11We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.

1:12While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.

1:13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.

1:14A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

1:15Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.

1:16Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

1:17The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

2:1¤ I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.

2:2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

2:3As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

2:4He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.

2:5Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.

2:6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

2:7I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

2:8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

2:9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

2:10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.

2:11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

2:12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

2:13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:

2:14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

2:15Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

2:16My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,

2:17Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

3:1¤ In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not.

3:2I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and I found him not.

3:3The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen him, whom my soul loveth?

3:4When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go, till I bring him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that bore me.

3:5I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.

3:6Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer?

3:7Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon?

3:8All holding swords, and most expert in war: every man's sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.

3:9King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus:

3:10The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple: the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.

3:11Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals and in the day of the joy of his heart.

4:1¤ How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which come up from mount Galaad.

4:2Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

4:3Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

4:4Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

4:5Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

4:6Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

4:7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

4:8Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

4:9Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

4:10How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

4:11Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

4:12My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

4:13Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

4:14Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

4:15The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

4:16Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.



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