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.
Zahufa a'nimoka nagra hozani'afi ufre'na mnanentake'za merene, haganentake zanena eritru nehu'na, tumemofo anoma'ane tima'anena nenena musena hu'noe. Ami rine waini tinena ne'noe. Jerusalemi mofa'nemo'za hu'za, Ovesinte avesintema neha'a veatremota'a ne'zana neneta tina ne'o. Ante fenkamu atreta tanavesi'zana tima neaza hi'o.
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.
Navura mase'noanagi antahintahimo'a eri'zana eri vava hu'ne. Agasasa arige'na antahugeno avesima nenantea ne'mo'a kafante eme vagre vagre nehuno anage hu'ne, kafana anaginanto marerisa zaganimoka, maho namanimoka kafuhe kafahe omanegenka hentofa zaga mani'nane. Ata komo'a nanuntera runtegeno atake nehigeno, nazokamo'a tinke huno pasupanegie.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Hianagi nagra hago kukena hutrena mase'noanki, inankna hu'na otigahue? hu'noe. Ko naga sese hutena mase'noanki, ete otina vanugeno nagamo'a pehana hugahie.
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a azana antegamateno kafana eri anagi'za hige'na kogeno, tumonimo'a fakro fakro hu'ne.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Anama hige'na otina kafama nenagugeno'a, nazantegatira mnanentake'za meremo'a pakepake hu'ne. Mnanentake'za meremo'a nazankoregatira pakepake nehige'na, kafama agu'atima ahentrokoma hu'noa zota avazu hu'noe.
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.
Avesima nenantea nera kafana anaginte'noanagi, rukrahe huno ko atreno vu'ne. Atreno'ma vigeno'a nagu'amo'a kna huno evuramino musena osige'na, hake'noanagi kena eri fore osu'noe. Ke'zana ati'noanagi, ke'niarera voera osu'ne.
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.
Kuma'ma kegava nehaza vahe'mo'za, kuma kegava hu'za vano nehazaregati eme nage'za erifore nehu'za, nahe'za nakare kuni'a eri'naze. Ana vahetamina kuma kegina kegava nehaza vahetamine.
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.
Jerusalemi mofaneramimota, avesimanenantea ne'ma kesuta, avesima nentana mofamo'a kagrikura kri erino mani'ne huta asamigahune huta huvempa hunanteho.
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?
Kagi kagonamo arava oheno hentofa mofamoka, ina kazigati avesima nentana ne'mo'a mago'a venenea zamagatere'ne? Ina kazigati aronekamo'a mago'a venenea agatere'negenka e'inahu kea hunka huvempa hiho hunka nehane?
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
Navesima nentoa ne'mo'a, hanavenentake nekino, avufamo'a tevenefa tagivazu hu'neankino, 10 tausenia vahepina agra zamagatere'ne.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Asenimo'a marerisa goligna nehigeno, azokamo'a egaraki egaraki huno kotkoti namagna huno haninke hu'ne.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Hanki tare avurgamokea tinkenafi nemania maho namamofo avurgagna nehuke, marerisa konarari zama ami rimpi sese higeno rumarave hiankna hu'na'e.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Ameragemo'a balsami zafamo'ma amosrema ahentegeno'ma mnama neviankna hu'ne. Hagi agi morenamo'a liliema nehaza trazamofo amosrefinti'ma meremo'ma viankna mna vu'ne.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Azampasamo'a goli vimagokna higeno, berilie nehaza havenu konarari hunteankna hu'ne. Avufgamo'a elefanti aveteti'ma hiaza huno kanifuge higeno, safie nehaza havenu'ma konararima hunteankna hu'ne.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Tare agararemokea efeke havereti vimago zafa tro hunteteno, rusima hunte'zana goliretike tro huteno anampinka resi hunteankna hu'na'e. Avu'ava'amo'a Lebanoni agonaramimpima knare'nare sida zafaramima meankna hu'ne.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Agi'mo'a tusi haga nehie. Agra vahe'mo'za kesane huga ne' mani'ne. Jerusalemi mofa'nemota avesimanentoa ne'mo'a, e'inahu ne' mani'ne.
