Solomon Labu 8
1 Mounu: Kasopi pasal, kanu noitwija kivahdohpa chu ana hile chun ka titave! Chutileh hoikom hihen, koiyin eihin ve jongleh nahin chop jing thei ing kating, koiman jong ei seise thei ponte.
Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none would despise me.
2 Chuteng neolaija ka chennau in ah napui ing-katin, kideije ki kihil tante. Hichea chun muinam thet lengpitwi na donsah ingting, ka kolbuthei jutwi lhum jet chu ka donsah ding nahi.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, that thou mightest instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 Naban veilang ka lukhap hintin, naban jet lang in eikoi tante.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 Vo Jerusalem chanute, kijoldeina kiti hi aphat didol tah alhin kahsea nanghon kaithoulou ding in kitem uvin.
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, until it please?'
5 Zailom: Gamthip’a kon hungpheija, agoldei chunga kingailha khu koi hija? Ka hin thoukhang tai hiche theithup phungnoi, na chunnun nahin pensahna, sonat na hin thohpi na mun’a chun.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth.
6 Mounu: Na-anglaija Mohor (Namdet melchih) kinam bang in neikoi jin, ajeh chu ngailutna hi thina toh kibanga thahattah ahin, kideina-a kon kithangsetna hi lhankhuh sunga ki um’a kithohgim tobang ahi. Kigoldeina hi meikong banga deo jejua, chule meikong lah-a akoupen tobang ahi. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave; the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (Sheol h7585)
7 Kingailutna hi twi ijat in jong achap mit joupon, vadung hon jong alhohmit joulou ahi. Khat touvin ngailutna hi anei-agou jousen chohtho ding gotaleh, alunggot chu imacha hidehlou ding ahi.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned.
8 Zailom: Keihon sopi numei kumdong, a-ang jong bohdoh nailou khat kanei jui. Khat touvin chongmou din thumna hung nei taleh, ka sopinu’u dinga ipi ka bolpeh thei diu ham?
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 Ama hi pal banga ding jangpet nungah theng ahileh, gal panmun sang dangka-a ka sem uva ka venbit diu ahi. Hinlah ama chu kotkha kikaile-kisonle banga detna neilou khat ahileh, ama venna dinga Cedar thinga pal kakam diu ahi.
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 Mounu: Keima pal banga ding jang nungah theng chu kana hi-e, tuhin ka-ang teni hi insang kisa inting vum abang’e. Ka goldeipan eihin vet teng, ka chunga athilmu chung ah alunglhai ngeije.
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof; then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
11 Solomon in Baal-hamon ah lengpilei aneiyin, hichu lou natongho asansah-in, amaho jouse chun atheiga man dingin dangka sangkhat apecheh-uve.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof brought in a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Hinlah keima lengpilei hi keija mong ahi in, keiman kapeh ding ahi. Solomon in dangka sangkhat eipeh angai poi. Hinla theiga ngah-a pangho vang dangka jani cheh kapeh ding ahi.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Moulang: Honleija cham jing, O ngainu, naloi ten nangma awgin ajah jeh-un avangphauve, keima jong nei jahsah-in.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: 'Cause me to hear it.'
14 Mounu: Hung in, O ka ngaipen pa! Muinam theiho pahna lhang chunga sapeng gol le sakhi chalgol bang in chom letan!
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
