Song of Songs 7
1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Fisrak mutan, mutan fusr na kato se pa kom an! Niom arulana oasku in fahluk lom an. Finyepom uh raraun Oana ma mwet usrnguk ke tufahlfal uh orala.
2 Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Futom oana sie ahlu pol Ma wain keng uh tia wi lisr loac uh. Kapin siom oana tohktok in wheat se Ma ros kiuf uh raunela.
3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Titi lom uh oana deer fak lukwa, Ku kosro gazelle lukwa.
4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
Inkwawom oana sie tower naweyukla ke ivory. Atronmotom oana lulu in kof in siti Heshbon Su oan sisken mutunpot lun siti pwengpeng sac. Infwem kato oana tower lun Lebanon Su tuyak suwohs ac tawi acn Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Kom pusrukak sifom nu lucng oana Fineol Carmel. Aunsifom pirakla ac saromrom oana nuknuk musresre na wowo; Katoiya uh ku in akmunasyela sie tokosra.
6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!
Kom arulana kato ac oasku; Lungse lom nu sik arulana akpwaryeyu.
7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.
Kom loes oasriksrik oana soko sak palm, Ac titi lom an oana ungin fokin palm uh.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;
Nga ac fanukya palm soko uh Ac filiya pouk ke fahko kac uh. Titi lom oana ungin grape uh sik, Ac momong lom uh keng oana foulin apple uh.
9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Ac oalum oana wain ma wo oemeet uh. Verse Lun Mutan Se Fin ouinge, lela wain uh in sororla nu yurin el su saok sik, Ac kahkla fin ngoasrol ac wihsel.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
Nga ma na lun el su nga lungse, ac el mwelyu na.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Fahsru, kom su saok sik. Lela kut in illa nu inimae Ac motullana we.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.
Kut ac fah toang na tukakek ac som nu ke ima in grape, Ac liye lah elos mutawauk in kapak, Ac liye lah ros uh mutawauk in farengelik, Ac oayapa in liye lah sak pomegranate oasr ros kac. Na nga ac fah akkalemye lungse luk nu sum uh e we.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for thee.
Kom ac ku na in ngokak foul keng ke ros mandrake uh, Ac fokinsak wowo nukewa pa na oan sisken srungul in lohm uh. Ku na safla luk, nga elosak kain mwe insewowo nukewa nu sum.
