Song of Songs 5
1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei amola na uda! Na da na ifabia golili sa: i dagoi. Na da na hedama: ne fodole nasu amola na gabusiga: ‘me’ amo da gagadolala. Na da na agime hano amola agime hano diasu nana. Na da na waini hano amola gebo dodo maga: me nana.” Uda da amane sia: i, “Sasagesu dabe dilia! Ha: i moma! Amola waini hano naleawane, sasagesu hou amoga feloama: ma!”
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
“Na da golai dialoba, na dogo da nedigi dialu. Na sasagesu da logoa lulu fugilaloba, na da golaia ba: lu.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei! Na ‘dafe’ sio! Na misa: ma! Na dialuma da oubi mogele amoga nanegai gala.” Uda da amane sia: i,
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
“Na da na abula gisa: i dagoi. Na da abuliba: le amo bu gasisa: lima: bela: ? Na da na emo dodofei dagoi. Na da laluba: le na emo bu nigima: ma: bela: ?
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Na sasagesu dunu da logo ga: suga lobo ligisi. E da na gadenene esalebe, amo na dawa: loba, nodoi.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Na da e ganodini misa: ne momagei dagoi ba: i. Na lobo da ‘me’ gabusiga: hano amoga dedeboi ba: i. Na da logo ga: su geda gagui.
6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Na da na sasagesu dunu misa: ne logo doasi. Be e da asi dagoi ba: i. Na da ea sia: nabimusa: bagadewane hanai. Na da e hogoi be hame ba: i. Na da e wei be alofebe hame nabi.
7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Sosodo aligisu dunu amo da moilai bai bagade sisiga: ha lala, na ba: i. Ilia da na fane, fofonomagia: i. Moilai bai bagade gagoi sosodo aligisu dunu ilia da na abula sawa: figi houga: le fasi.
8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
Yelusaleme uda, dilia! Nama sia: ilegema! Dilia na sasagesu dunu ba: sea, ema na da sasagesu hou ha: giwane hamobeba: le gasa hame gala adoma: ne, sia: ilegema.” Yelusaleme uda ilia amane sia: i,
9 What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
“Saga! Dia noga: idafa ba: su da eno uda huluane baligisa. Be dia sasagesu dunu da eno dunu huluane baligisala: ? E da baligili noga: idafala: ? Ninia da abuliba: le dima ilegele sia: ma: bela: ?” Uda da amane sia: i,
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
“Na sasagesu dunu da noga: idafa ba: sa amola e da gasa bagade gala. E da dunu 10,000 gilisisu ganodini baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Ea odagi gadofo da osoboya: i amola hohona: boi. Ea dialuma hinabo da helo amola balega sio defele, bunumai gala.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Ea si da ‘dafe’ sio amo da dodo maga: mega dodofei amola hano yogo dalebe ea bega: esala, amo defele, noga: idafa ba: sa.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Ea ba: da ifabi amo da hedama: ne fodole nasu bugi amoga nabai defele, noga: idafa ba: sa. Ea lafi gadofo da ‘lili’ mosoi amo ‘me’ hano amoga nanegai agoane ba: sa.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Ea lobo da noga: le hamoi ba: sa amola ea lobo sogo gasisalasu amo da igi noga: idafa amoga nina: hamoi. Ea da: i da hohona: boi ‘aifoli’ amo da ‘sa: faia’ igi noga: i amoga nina: hamoi, agoane ba: sa.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Ea masele da ‘a: laba: sade’ ganumu amo da gouli bai amoga sali agoane ba: sa. E da Lebanone Goumi alelaloi (amo da: iya da dolo ifa sedadedafa) amo agoane baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Ea lafi da nonogosea hedasa. Na da ea hou huluane ba: sea, nodosa. Dilia, Yelusaleme uda! Na sasagesu dunu da agoaiwane gala.”
