Comparison
Song of Songs 7
Douay-Rheims and Vulgata Clementina, verse by verse.
| Douay-Rheims | Vulgata Clementina | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | What 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 skillful workman. | Sponsa Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum? Chorus Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis! Iuncturae femorum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis. |
| 2 | Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies. | Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis. |
| 3 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. | Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreae. |
| 4 | Thy 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. | Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea; oculi tui sicut piscinae in Hesebon quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quae respicit contra Damascum. |
| 5 | Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels. | Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comae capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus. |
| 6 | How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights! | Sponsus Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis! |
| 7 | Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. | Statura tua assimilata est palmae, et ubera tua botris. |
| 8 | I 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. | Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus eius; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae, et odor oris tui sicut malorum. |
| 9 | Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate. | Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum. |
| 10 | I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me. | Sponsa Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio eius. |
| 11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages. | Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis. |
| 12 | Let 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. | Mane surgamus ad vineas: videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea. |
| 13 | The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee. | Mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi. |
