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.]