Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.
Moulang: Keima ka kallha luttai ka honlei, kagoulu, kajidinu komah! Keiman Myrrh toh amuinam theiho ka chomkhom in, ka khoiphanga khoiju ka chop’e. Ka lengpitwi toh bongnoi ka don’e.
2 I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
Zailom: O goldei le ngai umte, neuvin lang, don un! Henge, ngailutna hi donkham vaset un.
3 I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
Mounu: Keima ka-ihmun, hinlah kalung alimgeh-e kangai penpan kot ahin kiuva eihin kou awgin: “Kot neihonin, O kagoulu, kangainu, kavakhu, kadinga chamkimpen; ka lujang daitwi akottan, ka jangsam daitwi alhopsoh tai,” tia ahinsei kajah chun keiman kadonbut in: “Keiman von kana kisutlhah man tan, kahung kivon kit ding ham? Ka keng kana kisop ngim tan, ka chotnen kit ding ham?”
4 My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
Kangai penpan kot chu ahin hong gotan, hichun ka lung thathou lheh jeng tai.
5 I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
Keiman ka dongmapa kot honpeh ding in thanom tah in ka chomdoh-in, ka khut chung ah jong gimnamtwi kavatnatsah-in ahi. Ka khut jung Myrrh gimtwija chun kotkil chu kahong tan ahi.
6 I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
Kangai penpa din kot kahonpeh tan, hinlah ama anaum tapoi! Kalung lhadah del jeng tai. Ama holnan kadahlen, hinlah kamu jouta poi. Ka koule-in hinlah adonbutna awgin akija tapoi.
7 The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
Janlaija khongah hon khosung avel le laijun eihung mudoh-un, eijep pop chetchut jeng un, ka ponlukhuh eihodoh peh-un ahi.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
Vo Jerusalem chanute, katem nahiuve-kadongmapa na kimupi khah bang uleh, ama lhangai nan ka tahsa akem lheh jeng tai tihi neina seipeh tauvin.
9 O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
Zailom: Idinga na dongma pachu midang jouse sanga dei um chomdeh hija ham, O melhoi kidang lanu? Ipin na dongma pachu atumbeh-a alulsah chom hija keihon nei temnau chu ka nun diu ham?
10 My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
Mounu: Kangai penpa chu donghoisel in avouso ajolsel in, aemsel jeng in, midang asang-aja sang in ahoijoi.
11 His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
Alujang chu songmantam sang in ahoijon, asam jang va-ah vom bang in avom’e.
12 His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
Amit teni khaltwi panga tou vakhu bang in aval lheng in, sana khiba bongnoitwi-a kisop ngimsel tobang ahi.
13 His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
Abengmai chu muinampah honlei, gimtwi hinlhut dohji tobang khu ahi. Ane geiteni jong Lily pah Myrrh gimtwi kichap khum tobang ahi.
14 His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
Abanjang jong sana pum kihehkol’a sana pahjema kijempol bangin alhanlhaije. Atahsa pum saiha kinotval lhenga, Sapphire songa ki tomjol toh abang’e.
15 His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Akengteni jong sana khomtoa kon kitungdoh ngunsong khom abang’e. Atahsa gongso adingchah-in, Lebanon lhang bang in ahuikaijin, alhang lehvuma Cedar thing huikai abang’e.
16 His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
Akamsung alhum in, imalam jousea dei umtah chu ahi. Vo Jerusalem chanute, ka ngaipen; ka goldei chu hitobang chu ahi.
