Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Ros inima se na in acn Sharon pa nga, Oana sie ros kiuf infahlfal uh.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
Oana sie ros kiuf inmasrlon kokul uh, Ouinge el su saok sik inmasrlon mutan uh.
3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
Oana soko sak apple inmasrlon sak inima uh, Ouinge lumweyen el su saoklana sik inmasrlon mukul saya uh. Nga lungse na muta ye lulin sak apple soko inge. Ke nga ema fahko kac uh arulana emwem.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
El usyula nu in acn in orek kufwa lal Ac olak flag in lungse lal fuk.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Folokonak ku luk ke raisin, Ac akwoyela ikok ke apple uh! Nga kuf na pwaye ke nunkeyen lungse lom.
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Nga ilung lac paol lasa, Ac lac paol layot kafisyuyang nu yorol.
7 I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
Kowos mutan Jerusalem, wulema nu sik Ke inen kosro mui ac kato inima uh, Lah kowos fah tia oru kutena ma in lusrong pacl in pwar lasr uh.
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Nga lohng pusren el su nga lungse. El kasrma srosro fineol uh, El yume tupalma inging uh nu yuruk.
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
Kawuk luk ah el oana soko kosro gazelle, Oana soko deer fusr mukul. El a tu pesinka uh. El ngetma ke winto ah, Ac yoryor ke lisrlisr wasengseng uh.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
Ma se luk ah el kasma nu sik. Verse Lun Mukul Se Fahsru, kuiyuk, Kom su oaskulana, fahsru kital som.
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Pacl mihsrisr uh safla; ac af uh wanginla;
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
Ros uh fokla yen nukewa inimae. Inge pacl in on; Pusren wuleoa uh lohngyuk in acn sesr.
13 The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
Fokinsak fig uh mutawauk in mwesrla; Foulin ros ke grape uh akkengyela acn uh. Fahsru, kom su saok sik, Kom su oaskulana sik, fahsru wiyu.
14 [Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
Kom oana sie wuleoa su muta In luf pe fulu uh. Nga ke liye ngetnget oasku se lom an; Nga ke lohngak pusra kato se lom.
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
Ros ke ima in grape lasr uh farngelik tari, Kut enenu in sruokya kosro fox srisrik uh meet liki elos kunausla ima lasr uh.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
Ma na luk pa mukul se nga lungse, ac nga ma na lal. El mukena kite un kosro natul uh inmasrlon ros kiuf uh
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Nwe ke na engyengsrik in lotu uh tuhme, Ac lohsr uh wanginla. Folokla, kom su saok sik, kasrla oana soko gazelle mui, Oana soko deer mukul el kasrusr ke tohktok lun eol uh.
