Song of Solomon 5
1 I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
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 Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
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 replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
“Inussobko ti kagayko; masapul kadi nga isuotko manen? Binuggoakon dagiti sakak; masapul kadi a rugitak manen dagitoy?”
4 My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
Iniggaman ti ay-ayatek iti paglukatan ti ridaw, ket nariing ti pusok kenkuana.
5 I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
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 up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.
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 watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
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 Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak 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 Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
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 love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
Ti ay-ayatek ket napudaw ken lumabbaga, kangrunaan kadagiti sangapulo a ribu.
11 His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.
Kasudian a balitok ti ulona; kulot ken nangisit a kasla uwak ti buokna.
12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
Dagiti matana ket kasla kadagiti kalapati iti igid dagiti waig, nadigos iti gatas, naiyurnos a kasla kadagiti alahas.
13 His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid 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 arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
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 are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
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 mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
Ti ngiwatna ti kasasam-itan; naimnas isuna. Daytoy ti ay-ayatek, ken ti gayyemko, annak a babbai dagiti tattao ti Jerusalem.
