< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Vakai, ʻoku ke hoihoifua, ʻE hoku ʻofaʻanga; vakai, ʻoku ke hoihoifua; ʻoku tatau ho mata mo e mata ʻoe lupe ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu: pea ko ho louʻulu ʻoku hangē ko e louʻulu ʻoe fanga kosi, ʻoku fafanga ʻi he moʻunga ko Kiliati.
2 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.
‌ʻOku tatau ho kaunifo mo e fanga sipi kuo kosikosi, pea ʻoku ʻalu hake mei he kaukauʻi; he ʻoku taki ʻuhiua ʻa honau ʻuhiki, pea ʻoku ʻikai ke paʻa ha taha ʻi ai.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
‌ʻOku tatau mo e afo kulokula ho loungutu; pea ʻoku mālie ho leʻo; pea ʻoku tatau mo e konga pomikanite ʻa ho manifinifihanga ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
‌ʻOku tatau ho kia mo e fale māʻolunga naʻe langa ʻe Tevita ko e tukuʻanga ʻoe mahafutau, ʻaia ʻoku tautau ai ʻae fakaū ʻe afe, ʻae pā kotoa pē ʻoe kau tangata toʻa.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
‌ʻOku tatau ho ongo huhu mo e ongo kāseli mui ʻoku na tatau, ʻaia ʻoku kai ʻi he potu ʻoe ngaahi lile.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Te u ʻalu au ki he moʻunga ʻoe mula, mo e moʻunga ʻoe laipeno, pea te u ʻi ai ʻo aʻu ki he maʻa hake ʻae ʻaho, mo e puna atu ʻoe fakapoʻuli.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
‌ʻE hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻoku ke hoihoifua haohaoa; ʻoku ʻikai ha mele ʻiate koe.
8 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.
Haʻu mo au mei Lepanoni, ʻE hoku uaifi, haʻu mo au mei Lepanoni; sio hifo mei he tumutumu ʻo ʻAmana, mei he tumutumu ʻo Senila mo Heamoni, mei he ʻana ʻoe fanga laione, mei he ngaahi moʻunga ʻoe fanga lēpati.
9 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.
‌ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi, kuo kavea hoku loto kiate koe; kuo mole hoku loto ʻi he sio mai tuʻo taha pe ʻa ho mata, mo e kahoa pe taha ʻi ho kia.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Hono ʻikai matamatalelei ʻa hoʻo ʻofa, ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi! Hono ʻikai lelei hake hoʻo ʻofa ʻi he uaine, mo e nanamu ʻo hoʻo ngaahi meʻa tākai ʻi he meʻa namu kakala kotoa pē.
11 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.
‌ʻE hoku uaifi, ʻoku toʻi ho loungutu ʻo hangē ko e hone mei hono ngeʻesi: ʻoku ʻi lalo ʻi ho ʻelelo ʻae hone mo e huʻahuhu; pea ko e nanamu ʻo ho ngaahi kofu ʻoku tatau mo e nanamu ʻo Lepanoni.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
‌ʻOku tatau mo e ngoue kuo ʻāʻi, ʻa hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi; ko e vai mapunopuna ia kuo taʻofia, ko e matavai ia kuo tāpuni ke maʻu.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Ko ia ʻoku tupu ʻiate koe ʻoku tatau mo e ngoue pomikanite mo hono ngaahi fua lelei; ko e saipalesi mo e naatosi,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Ko e naatosi mo e kakosi; ko e kalamusi mo e sinamoni, mo e ʻakau kotoa pē ʻoku namu lelei; ko e mula mo e ʻalosi, mo e fungani hake ʻoe ngaahi kakala kotoa pē:
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Ko e matavai ʻi he ngaahi ngoue, ko e matavai ʻoe ngaahi vai moʻui, mo e ngaahi vaitafe mei Lepanoni.
16 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.
‌ʻE matangi tokelau, ke ke ʻaa pea haʻu mo e tonga; ʻo havilivili ki heʻeku ngoue, koeʻuhi ke ngangatu mei ai ʻae ngaahi namu kakala. Tuku ke haʻu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ki heʻene ngoue, mo ne kai ai hono ngaahi fua lelei.

< Song of Solomon 4 >