Song of Solomon 1
Ko te waiata o nga waiata, ko ta Horomona.
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
He kakara pai to ou hinu; ko tou ingoa ano he hinu kua oti te riringi; na reira i aroha ai nga wahine ki a koe.
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
Kumea ahau; ka rere atu matou, ka whai i a koe: kua oti ahau te kawe e te kingi ki ona ruma: ka koa matou, ka hari ki a koe; engari tou aroha i te waina hei maharatanga atu ma matou: e tika ana to ratou aroha ki a koe.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
He mangu ahau, otiia he ataahua ano, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, rite tonu ano ki nga teneti o Kerara, ki nga kakahu tauarai o Horomona.
6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
Kaua e titiro mai ki ahau, no te mea he parauri ahau, no te mea kua tahuna ahau e te ra. I riri nga tama a toku whaea ki ahau, meinga ana ahau e ratou hei kaitiaki mo nga mara waina; ko taku mara ia, ko taku ake, kihai i tiakina e ahau.
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
Whakaaturia mai ki ahau, e ta toku wairua e aroha nei, ko hea koe whangai ai, ko hea koe mea ai i tau kahui kia takoto i te poutumarotanga; kia rite ahau hei aha ki te mahunga taupoki i te taha o nga kahui a ou hoa?
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
Ki te kore koe e mohio, e te mea ataahua rawa o nga wahine, haere atu i runga i nga takahanga o nga hipi, ka whangai i au kuao koati i te taha o nga nohoanga o nga hepara.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
Ko te rite ki ahau o taku e aroha nei kei te paihere maira, e takoto nei i waenganui i oku u.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
