Song of Solomon 7
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
Oe bawi canu, khokkhawm na khawm laihoi na khoknaw teh a kamcu poung. Na phainaw teh kathoumnaw ni a sak e aphu kaawm e talung patetlah ao awh.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Nange na keng teh tui hoi ka kawi e manang lah ao. Na vonpui hai, lili pei hoi ka kawi e cakang pung e lah ao.
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Sanu roi teh sayukca kamphei e hoi a kâvan.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
Nange na lahuen teh, kasaino imrasang patetlah na mit teh, Heshbon kho, Bethrabbim longkha teng kaawm e, tuiim patetlah na hnawng teh Damaskas kho koe ka kangvawi e, lebanon im hoi a kâvan.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Nange na lû dawk kaawm e bawilakhung teh, Karmel mon hoi a kâvan. Nange na lû dawk kaawm e na sam hai, opaou e hni hoi a kâvan. Siangpahrang ni sam a vei e hoi a kâvan.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
Ka pahren e ka tawncanu, nang teh, kai ka nawm nahanelah ahawi poung. Ngai kaawm poung e nuen hoi na kawi.
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Nange na rasangravuinae teh, samtuekung patetlah na o teh nange sanunaw hai samtuepaw hoi a kâvan.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
Samtuekung dawk ka luen vaiteh, a kangnaw hah ka tek han ka ti navah nange sanunaw teh misurbom patetlah thoseh, na kâha hmui teh, Epal hmui patetlah thoseh,
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
Nange na pahni hai katuipounge misurtui patetlah thoseh ao. Hote misurtui teh ka pahren hanelah kalancalah a lawng. Kaipnaw e pahni dawk pouk laipalah a lawng.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
Kaie ka pahren e tami teh, kaie lah ao patetlah ahnie a ngainae teh kaie lah ao.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Tho leih, ka pahren e, kahrawng e hmuen koe cei vaiteh, khonaw dawk tangmin lae atueng loum sak awh sei.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
Amom lah misur takha koe cet awh sei. Misurkung a hring, hring hoeh maw, a paw rano moi rano hoeh maw, khenhaw! sei. Hote hmuen dawk ka lungpataw e nang hah na poe han.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
Hloisikungnaw ni hmuitui e kaimae longkha teng radip e a paw katha hoi, karuem e abuemlah ka pahren nang hanelah ka pâtung toe.
