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Ἰδοὺ εἶ καλὴ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή.

ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ

ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου.

τρίχαμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν

αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ.

ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμέναων

αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ,

αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι,

καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς.

ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου,

καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία·

ὡς λέπυρον ῥόας μῆλόν σου

ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεως σου.

ὡς πύργος Δαυεὶδ τράχηλός σου,

ὁ ᾠκοδομημένος εἰς Θαλπιώθ.

χίλιοι θυρεοὶ κρέμανται ἐπʼ αὐτόν,

πᾶσαι βολίδες τῶν δυνατῶν.

δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δἰδυμοι δορκάδος

οἱ νεμόμενοι ἐν κρίνοις.

ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί,

πορεύσομαι ἐμαυτῷ πρὸς τὸ ὄρος τῆς σμύρνης

καὶ πρὸς τὸν βουνὸν τοῦ Λιβάνου.

ὅλη καλὴ εἶ πλησίον μου, καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί.

δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου, νύμφη, δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου·

ἐλεύσῃ καὶ διελεύσῃ ἀπὸ ἀρχῆς πίστεως.

ἀπὸ κεφαλῆς Σανεὶρ καὶ Ἑρμών,

ἀπὸ μανδρῶν λεόντων, ἀπὸ ὀρέων παρδάλεων.

ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη·

ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἑνὶ ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν σου,

¹³

ἐν μιᾷ, ἐν θέματι τραχήλων σου.

τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀπὸ οἴνου,

καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα ἀρώματα

κηρίον ἀποστάζουσιν χείλη σου, νύμφη·

μέλι καὶ γάλα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν σου,

καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὡς ὀσμὴ Λβάνου.

κῆπος κεκλεισμένος ἀδελφή μου νύμφη,

κῆπος κεκλεισμένος, πηγὴ ἐσφραγισμένη·

ἀποστολαί σου παράδεισος μετὰ καρποῦ ἀκροδρύων,

κύπροι μετὰ νάρδων·

νάρδος καὶ κρόκος,

κάλαμος καὶ κιννάμαωμον

μετὰ πάντων ξύλων τοῦ Λιβάνου,

σμύρνα ἀλὼθ μετὰ πάνταον πρώτων μύρων·

πηγὴ κήπου καὶ φρέαρ ὕδατος ζῶντος

καὶ ῥοιζοῦντος ἀπὸ τοῦ Λιβάνου.

Ἐξεγέρθητι, βορρᾶ· καὶ ἔρχου. νότε,

καὶ διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου, καὶ ῥευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου.

Canticle. Septuaginta. ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.. United States. 2017.

Funding provided by Harvard Library Arcadia Fund.

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Ἆσμα (Greek) (Septuaginta. The Old Testament in Greek According to the Septuagint. Volume 2: I Chronicles-Tobit. Swete, Henry Barclay, editor. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1896.)

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Canticle Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 4 focus

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,

Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover

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