Song of Solomon 6
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Zailom: Nagoldei hoiya che hitam, O melhoi kidang lanu? Nahin holpeh-uvinge, nei seipeh’un hoilam ajot ham?
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mounu: Kagoldeipa muinam theiho pahna ahonleijah akumsuh tai, hon leilaija akelngoite vahding le Lily pahho loukhom ding in.
3 I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
Keima ka ngaipenpa-a kahin, ama keija ahi. Ama akelngoi Lily pah lah’a avah-e.
4 Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Moulang: Ngainu, namelhoi ngeije, vetnom umtah Tirzah khopi, Jerusalem tobang’in na hoijin; galsat-galhang hon ponlap akidop bang uvin na thupi-e.
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
Namit tenin avet nalang heiphei jin, ijeh-inem itileh na hoinan haisa mo in eilhai. Nasam kailha jong Gilead lhangdunga kon kel-hon hung kijotsuh abang jeng’e.
6 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Naha ho kelngoi kihet ngousel jouchet’na kisop thengsel bang in akangleh jeng’e. Na mehiuheo dan nolnabei ahi in, na hatu jouse jong akigolkhom dildel uve.
7 Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Na bengmai langto jong na ponlukhuh noijah kolbuthei chang asan jitjet abang jeng’e.
8 There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
Lengnu somgup, thaikem somget chule sim’a simsenlou nungah khangdong aum in,
9 But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
Hijeng jongleh kenvang ka vakho, achamkim pen nu-anun adeilhen pen, ahing nun dottah’a angailut pen nu bou hi ka deilhen pen’e. Nungah khangdong hon jong angai sang uvin, lengnu tamtah le leng inpia thaikemho jeng in jong ngaisang nan ala choijun:
10 Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
“Koi hija ham, taikho vah banga hung vahdoh-a, chollha banga vet-hoi lheh jenga, nisa banga vah emsela, galsat ho ponlap dop banga gimnei jeng hi?” atiuvin ahi.
11 I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
Mounu: Kei jong ka kumsuh-e beleija bepah veding le phaichama hamhing hung dondoh thahho veding, chule lengpigui ho dondoh soh tam, kolbutheiho jong pahsoh hitam ti gave lha ding in.
12 I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
Hinlah keiman ka kigeldoh masang in, ka lhangai mama jeng na lungthim chun eipui lut tai; keidia milalpa sakol kangtol sung ah.
13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Zailom: Hung kile in, hung kile kit tan, O Shulam nungahnu. Hung kinung heijin, hung kit in, i-kimuto kit theina diuvin. Moulang: Shulam nungahnun lamthem ho golnia akigol uva alam nau kikah-a achephei dimdem khu i-dinga nanghon na galdot jing’u hitantem?
