Song of Solomon 5
1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
Napanak iti hardinko, kabsatko a babai, o nobiak; Inummongko ti mirak agraman iti rekadok. Kinnankon ti balay ti dirok agraman ti dirok; Ininomkon ti arakko ken ti gatasko. Manganka gayyem. Manganka gayyem; uminomka a siwayawaya, ay-ayatek. Kasarsarita ti babai ti bagina
2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
Nakaturogak ngem nakariing ti pusok iti maysa a tagtagainep. Adda ti timek ti ay-ayatek nga agtuktuktok a kunkunana, “Ilukatannak, kabsatko a babai, ay-ayatek, o kalapatik, o awan pagkuranganna nga ay-ayatek, ta nabasa ti ulok gapu iti linnaaw, nabasa ti buokko gapu iti lammiis ti rabii.”
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
“Inussobko ti kagayko; masapul kadi nga isuotko manen? Binuggoakon dagiti sakak; masapul kadi a rugitak manen dagitoy?”
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
Iniggaman ti ay-ayatek iti paglukatan ti ridaw, ket nariing ti pusok kenkuana.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
Bimmangonak tapno lukatak ti ridaw para iti ay-ayatek; agtedtedted ti mira kadagiti imak, nabasa dagiti ramayko kadagiti alingasaw ti mira, iti pagiggaman ti ridaw.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
Inlukatko ti ridaw para iti ay-ayatek, ngem timmalikod ti ay-ayatek ket nakapanawen. Nalmes ti pusok; naawananak iti namnama. Binirokko isuna ngem saanko isuna a masarakan; inayabak isuna, ngem saannak a sinungbatan.
7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Nakitadak dagiti lallaki nga agwanwanawan iti siudad; dinanog ken sinugatdak; dagiti agbanbantay iti ngatoen dagiti pader ket innalada ti kagayko. Kasarsarita ti balasang dagiti babbai iti siudad
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
Kayatko nga agkarikayo, annak a babbai ti Jerusalem, a no masarakanyo ti ay-ayatek, ibagayo kenkuana nga agsakitak gapu iti ayatko kenkuana. Kasarsarita dagiti babbai ti siudad ti balasang
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
Kasano a nasaysayaat ti ay-ayatem ngem iti sabali pay a lalaki nga ayaten, sika a kapipintasan kadagiti babbai? Apay a nasaysayaat ti ay-ayatem ngem iti sabali pay a lalaki nga ayaten, a kiddawem kadakami nga agkarikami a kas iti daytoy? Kasarsarita ti balasang dagiti babbalasang iti siudad
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
Ti ay-ayatek ket napudaw ken lumabbaga, kangrunaan kadagiti sangapulo a ribu.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
Kasudian a balitok ti ulona; kulot ken nangisit a kasla uwak ti buokna.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
Dagiti matana ket kasla kadagiti kalapati iti igid dagiti waig, nadigos iti gatas, naiyurnos a kasla kadagiti alahas.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
Dagiti pingpingna ket kasla pagmulaan dagiti rekado, nga agpatpataud iti nabanglo nga ayamuom. Dagiti bibigna ket kasla kadagiti lirio, nga agar-aruyot iti mira.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
Nagsippukel dagiti takkiagna nga addaan iti balitok a naarkusan kadagiti napapateg a bato; ti tianna ket kasla marfil a nakalupkopan kadagiti safiro.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
Dagiti luppona ket kasla kadagiti adigi a marmol, a naisaad kadagiti batay a puro a balitok; ti langana ket kasla iti Libano, a napili a kas kadagiti sedro.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Ti ngiwatna ti kasasam-itan; naimnas isuna. Daytoy ti ay-ayatek, ken ti gayyemko, annak a babbai dagiti tattao ti Jerusalem.
