Song of Solomon 7
1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
Endrey! mahate-hijery ny famindran’ ny tongotrao mikiraro, ry zazavavy zanak’ andriana! Dia tahaka ny firavaka ny amboam-penao, nataon’ ny tanan’ ny mahay zavatra.
2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Ny foitrao dia tahaka ny tomaboha kivorivory; Tsy ho diso divay noharoharoan-java-manitra anie izy! Ny kibonao dia tahaka ny vary tritika voatoby sady voaravaka lilia manodidina.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.
4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambo ivory; Ny masonao dia tahaka ny kamory any Hesbona, dia eo am-bavahadin’ ny tanàna be olona; Ny oronao dia tahaka ny tilikambo any Libanona, izay manandrify an’ i Damaskosy.
5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
Ny lohanao dia tahaka an’ i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan’ ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!
6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin’ izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!
7 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.
8 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
Hoy izaho: Hananika ny rofia aho ka handray ny rantsany; Ary aoka ny nononao ho toy ny sampahom-boaloboka amiko, ary ny fofonainao ho tahaka ny an’ ny poma,
9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
Ny vavanao dia toy ny divay tsara, eny, divay mikorotsaka mora eo an-tendan’ ny malalako sady miditra misononoka amin’ ny molotry ny matory.
10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
An’ ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
Dia aoka hifoha maraina koa ho any an-tanim-boaloboka isika; Aoka hizahantsika raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka, sy mivelatra ny voniny, ary mamony ny ampongabendanitra any no hanehoako ny fitiavako anao.
13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
Mamerovero tsara ny dodaima, sady ao am-bavahadintsika misy voankazo tsara samy hafa, na ny vao na ny ela: Efa notehiriziko ho anao izany, ry malalako.
