Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
U long nim nang te a nu rhangsuk dongkah ka manuca cahni bangla n'khueh lah sue. Nang te poeng ah kam hmuh tih namah kam mok akhaw kai he n'hnoelrhoeng pawt sue.
2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
Namah te kan hmaithawn vetih nang te kai aka tukkil a nu im la kang khuen lah mako. Nang te kamah kah tale thingtui, anhoi misur kan tul sue.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
A banvoei kut te ka lu hmuiah om saeh lamtah a bantang kut loh kai n'kop saeh.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Jerusalem nu rhoek, nangmih te kan caeng lungnah te a ngaih hlan ah balae tih na haenghang eh?, balae tih na haenghang eh?
5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
Khosoek lamloh cet tih amah hlo dongah aka hangdang he unim? Thaihthawn hmui ah nang kang haeng tih te ah te na nu nang n'laikoi. Nang n'laikoi nah ah pahoi n'cun.
6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
Kai he na lungbuei ah kutbuen bangla, na ban dongah kutbuen bangla n'khueh lah. Lungnah dueknah bangla tlung tih thatlainah khaw saelkhui bangla mangkhak. A hmaino tah hmairhong hmai kah hmaino bangla om. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
Lungnah he tui yet loh thih hamla noeng pawt tih tuiva loh a yo moenih. Hlang loh a im kah boeirhaeng boeih te lungnah ham pae cakhaw amah te a hnoelrhoeng lam ni a hnoelrhoeng uh eh.
8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
Mah taengkah ngannu tah noe pueng tih anih te rhangsuk om hlan. Anih te a thui khohnin vaengah mah ngannu ham balae n'saii eh?
9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
Anih te vongtung koinih a soah cak lumim n'sak sui tih anih te thohkhaih koinih a taengah lamphai thingphael n'dan pah sue.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Kamah he vongtung tih ka rhangsuk he rhaltoengim bangla om. Te dongah a mikhmuh ah tah rhoepnah ka hmu la ka om.
11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
Baalhamon ah Solomon kah misurdum om. Misurdum te lo hung taengla a paek. A thaih la hlang loh cak thawngkhat a khuen pah.
12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
Kamah kah ka misurdum tah kamah mikhmuh ah om. Solomon nang ham thawngkhat saeh lamtah a thaih aka hung rhoek ham te yahnih saeh.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Dum ah aka om mah hui rhoek loh na ol a hnatung bangla kai khaw n'yaak sak lah.
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Kamah hlo oe yong laeh oe. Namah loh botui tlang ah rhangrhaeh ca neh kirhang khaw puet laeh oe.
