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Canticum Canticorum 6

Canticle of Canticles 6

The spouse of Christ is but one: she is fair and terrible.

Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

  • My beloved is gone down into his garden: Christ, pleased with the good works of his holy and devout servants labouring in his garden, is always present with them: but the words is gone down, are to be understood, that after trying his Church by permitting persecution, he comes to her assistance and she rejoices at his coming.
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Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

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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.

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Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

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Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.

Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

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Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.

Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

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Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

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Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.

One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

  • One is my dove: That is, my church is one, and she only is perfect and blessed.
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Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?

Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

  • Who is she: Here is a beautiful metaphor describing the church from the beginning. As, the morning rising, signifying the church before the written law; fair as the moon, shewing her under the light of the gospel: and terrible as an army, the power of Christ's church against its enemies.
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Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.

I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

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Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.

I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

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Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.

Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

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