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Definition :
| Chap Ver | Latin | English | Greek |
|---|---|---|---|
| Canticle 1 8 | Equitatui meo in curribus Pharaonis assimilavi te, amica mea. | To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love. | Ἐὰν μὴ γνῷς σεαυτὴν ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξὶν, ἔξελθε σὺ ἐν πτέρναις τῶν ποιμνίων, καὶ ποίμαινε τὰς ἐρίφους σου ἐπὶ σκηνώμασι τῶν ποιμένων. |
| Canticle 1 14 | <Sponsus>Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea ! ecce tu pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum. | Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves. | Βότρυς τῆς κύπρου ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοὶ, ἐν ἀμπελῶσιν Ἐνγαδδί. |
| Canticle 2 2 | <Sponsus>Sicut lilium inter spinas, sic amica mea inter filias. | As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. | Ὡς κρίνον ἐν μέσῳ ἀκανθῶν, οὕτως ἡ πλησίον μου ἀναμέσον τῶν θυγατέρων. |
| Canticle 2 10 | En dilectus meus loquitur mihi. <Sponsus>Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni : | Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. | Ἀποκρίνεται ἀδελφιδός μου, καὶ λέγει μοι, ἀνάστα, ἐλθὲ ἡ πλησίον μου, καλή μου, περιστερά μου. |
| Canticle 2 13 | ficus protulit grossos suos ; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum. Surge, amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni : | The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: | Ἡ συκὴ ἐξήνεγκεν ὀλύνθους αὐτῆς, αἱ ἄμπελοι κυπρίζουσιν, ἔδωκαν ὀσμήν· ἀνάστα, ἐλθὲ ἡ πλησίον μου, καλή μου, περιστερά μου, καὶ ἐλθὲ. |
| Canticle 4 1 | [<Sponsus>Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad. | 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. | Ἰδοὺ εἶ καλὴ ἡ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή· ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ, ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου· τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν, αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ. |
| Canticle 4 7 | Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te. | Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. | Ὅλη καλὴ εἶ πλησίον μου, καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί. |
| Canticle 5 2 | <Sponsa>Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat. Vox dilecti mei pulsantis : <Sponsus>Aperi mihi, soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea, quia caput meum plenum est rore, et cincinni mei guttis noctium. | I sleep, and my heart watcheth: the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. | Ἐγὼ καθεύδω, καὶ ἡ καρδία μου ἀγρυπνεῖ. φωνὴ ἀδελφιδοῦ μου κρούει ἐπὶ τὴν θύραν, ἀνοιξόν μοι ἡ πλησίον μου, ἄδελφή μου, περιστερά μου, τελεία μου· ὅτι ἡ κεφαλή μου ἐπλήσθη δρόσου, καὶ οἱ βόστρυχοί μου ψεκάδων νυκτός. |
| Canticle 6 3 | <Sponsus>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. | Ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου, καὶ ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοί, ὁ ποιμαίνων ἐν τοῖς κρίνοις. |