| 雅歌 | Song of Songs |
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| 1歸來，歸來！叔拉米特！歸來，歸來！讓我們看看你！你們要看叔拉米特什麼？看她在兩隊中舞蹈。 | 1Return, return, O Shulammite,
return, that we may look at you!
Why would you look at the Shulammite,
as dancing between two rows? |
| 2公主！你的腳穿上涼鞋，是多麼美麗！ | 2How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
daughter of the prince!
Your shapely thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master artist. |
| 3你的兩腿，圓潤似玉，是藝術家手中的傑作。你的肚臍，有如圓樽，總不缺少調香的美酒。你的肚腹，有如一堆麥粒，周圍有百合花圍繞。 | 3Your navel is a bowl well-rounded,
never lacking exquisitely blended wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat
with lilies around it. |
| 4你的兩個乳房，猶如羚羊一對孿生的小羚羊。 | 4Your breasts are two fawns,
twins of a gazelle. |
| 5你的頸項，猶如象牙寶塔。你的兩眼，好似赫市朋城巴特辣賓城門旁的池塘。你的鼻子，彷彿黎巴嫩山上面對大馬士革的高塔。 | 5Your neck is an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim;
your nose, the tower of Lebanon
looking towards Damascus. |
| 6你的頭顱聳立，好像加爾默耳山。你頭上的髮辮有如紫錦。君王就為這鬈髮所迷。 | 6Your crowned head is Mount Carmel;
your flowing hair is royal purple,
which holds a king captive in its tresses. |
| 7極可愛的，悅人心意的女郎，你是多麼美麗，多麼可愛！ | 7How beautiful you are, how lovely,
my beloved, in your delights! |
| 8你的身材修長如同棕櫚樹，你的乳房猶如棕櫚樹上的兩串果實。 | 8Like a palm tree, you are stately
and like its clusters are your breasts. |
| 9我決意要攀上棕櫚樹，摘取樹上的果實。你的乳房，的確像兩串葡萄；你噓氣芬芳，實如蘋果的香味。 | 9I said, "I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruits."
May your breasts be clusters of the vine,
your breath sweet-scented as apples,
and your mouth like the best wine. |
| 10你的口腔滴流美酒，直流入我口內，直流到我唇齒間。 | 10May the wine flow straight to my lover,
flowing over from my lips. |
| 11我屬於我的愛人，他醉心戀慕著我。 | 11I am my lover's
but it is he who depends on me. |
| 12我的愛人！你來，我們往田野去，在鄉間過夜。 | 12Come, my love,
let us go to the countryside,
and pass the night in the villages. |
| 13清晨起來，我們到葡萄園去，看看葡萄是否發芽，花朵是否怒放，石榴樹是否已開花；在那裡我要將我的愛獻給你。 | 13Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have flowered,
if the buds have opened,
and the pomegranates have blossomed.
There I will give you my love. |
| 14蔓陀羅花香氣四溢，我們的門旁有各種美果，新的舊的都有；我心愛的，我都為你留下。 | 14The mandrakes yield their fragrance;
at our doors are the rarest fruits;
both new and old I have stored
for you, my love. |
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