Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm! Mana, sen güzel! Chümperdeng keynide közliring paxteklerdek iken, Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
2 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardin, Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur.
3 Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Lewliring pereng tal yiptek, Gepliring yéqimliqtur; Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
4 Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
Boynung bolsa, Qoralxana bolushqa teyyarlighan Dawutning munaridektur, Uning üstige ming qalqan ésiqliqtur; Ularning hemmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
5 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
Ikki köksüng xuddi ikki maraldur, Niluper arisida ozuqliniwatqan jerenning qoshkézekliridektur;
6 Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Men özümni murmekke téghigha, Mestiki döngige élip kétimen.
7 Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
Sen pütünley güzel, i söyümlüküm, Sende héch dagh yoqtur».
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
«Liwandin men bilen kelgin, i jörem, Men bilen Liwandin kelgin — Amanah choqqisidin qara, Sénir hem Hermon choqqiliridin, Yeni shirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taghliridin qara!»
9 My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
«Sen könglümni alamet söyündürdüng, i singlim, i jörem, Közüngning bir lep qilip qarishi bilen, Boynungdiki marjanning bir tal halqisi bilen, Könglümni söyündürdüng.
10 My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
Séning muhebbiting némidégen güzel, I singlim, i jörem! Séning muhebbetliring sharabtin shunche shérin! Séning etirliringning puriqi herqandaq tétitqudin peyzidur!
11 Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
Lewliring, i jörem, here könikidek témitidu, Tiling astida bal we süt bar; Kiyim-kéchekliringning puriqi Liwanning puriqidur;
12 My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
Sen péchetlen’gen bir baghdursen, i singlim, i jörem! Étiklik bir bulaq, yépiqliq bir fontandursen.
13 Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
Shaxliring bolsa bir anarliq «Éren baghchisi»dur; Uningda qimmetlik méwiler, Xéne sumbul ösümlükliri bilen,
14 Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
Sumbullar we iparlar, Kalamus we qowzaqdarchin, Herxil mestiki derexliri, Murmekke, muetter bilen hemme ésil tétitqular bar.
15 O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
Baghlarda bir fontan sen, Hayatliq sulirini béridighan, Liwandin aqidighan bir bulaqsen».
16 Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
«Oyghan, shimaldiki shamal; Kelgin, i jenubtiki shamal! Méning béghim üstidin uchup ötkey; Shuning bilen tétitquliri sirtqa puraq chachidu! Söyümlüküm öz béghigha kirsun! Özining qimmetlik méwilirini yésun!»
