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The Canticle of canticles

The Canticle of canticles


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Extracts borrowed from the version of the Bible of Jerusalem.
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CANTIQUE VII




Bible of Jerusalemthe Song of Songs.
Come back, come back, Sulamite; come back, come back, for us to look at you!
Bible of Jerusalemthe Song of Songs.
Why do you look at the Sulamite, dancing as in a double choir?
How beautiful are your feet in your sandals, daugther of a prince!
Bible of Jerusalemthe Song of Songs.
The curve of your sides is like a collar? work of art of an artist.
Your navel has the shape of a cup to drink in it!
Your vulva, a cistern that overflows wine as if it was blood!
Bible of Jerusalemthe Song of Songs.
Your belly is a wheat heap, surrounded by fragile lilies.
Your bossoms resembles to two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is an ivory tower.
Bible of Jerusalemthe Song of Songs.
Your eyes are the swimming pools of Heshbôn, close to the door of Beats-Rabbim.
Your nose is a tower of Lebanon, sentinel turned towards Damas.
Bible of JerusalemYour centres resemble two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your chief draws up itself, similar to the Carmel, and its plaits are like purple;
a king hangs himself to your loops.
How beautiful you are, how charming you are, O! love, O! delights.
In your dash you resemble the palm tree, which bunches ar your bossoms.
And me, I will climb up the palm tree and I will seize their bunches.
Bible of JerusalemYour centres resemble two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Let your bossoms be bunches of grape,
and that the perfume of your breath be that of apples;
your speeches, more than a divine breath!
Bible of JerusalemYour centres resemble two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
I belong to my beloved, and towards me goes its desire.
Come, my beloved, go to the fields!
We will spend the night in the villages,
when the morning comes, we will go to the vineyards.
We will see whether my vine buds, if my vine branches flowers,
Bible of Jerusalem
if my grenades are in flower.
Then I will grant you the gift of my secret fruits.
The mandrakes exhale their perfume, to my door are all the best fruits.
Bible of JerusalemYour centres resemble two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
The new ones like the old ones, I reserved them for you, my beloved..


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