Ct 4 (King James)

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
⁵ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
⁶ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
¹² A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
¹⁵ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
¹⁶ Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

Ct 4 (Vulgate)

¹ [Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quæ ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
² Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro ; omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
³ Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genæ tuæ, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
⁴ Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis ; mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
⁵ Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreæ gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.
⁶ Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.
⁷ Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.
⁸ Veni de Libano, sponsa mea : veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis : de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
⁹ Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa ; vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
¹⁰ Quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ, soror mea sponsa ! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
¹¹ Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa ; mel et lac sub lingua tua : et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
¹² Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
¹³ Emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum punicorum, cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.
¹⁴ Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum, cum universis lignis Libani ; myrrha et aloë, cum omnibus primis unguentis.
¹⁵ Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quæ fluunt impetu de Libano.
¹⁶ Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster : perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.]