Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
Navesima negantoa mofamoka, kagi kagonamo'a arava ohe hentofazaga mani'nanke'na kema hugamizankura amuho hue. Kavufima refite'nana tavravemofo amefira, kavurgararemokea maho namagna hu'na'e. Hanki kazokamo'ma evuramiazamo'a Giliati agonafinti sipisipi afu'mo'za takaure takaure hu'za evuramizankna nehie.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
Kave'mo'a sipsipi afu anenta meni azoka harenteza ti frentageno efeke nehiankna huno efeke hu'ne. Magore huno kavemo'a hagro osu'neanki fenkamine anagami kavemo'a mago tragave hu'ne.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Kagi'morenamo'a korankre nofikna hu'ne. Kagimo'a vahe'mo'ma kesane hu'are knare'zantfa hune. Kavugosama refite'nana tavravefina kameragemo'a korankre huno pomigreneti zafa rgagna hu'ne.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
Hagi knankemo'a Deviti zaza nonkna huno hentofaza nehigeno, Deviti nonte'ma hankave sondia vahe'mo'zama tauseni'a hankozmima eme hantinte'za enevazankna hu'ne.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Tare aminka'araremokea kugaveza dia anenta afumoke lili trazampi traza neneke vano ha'ankna huna'e.
6 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Nanterama zasima osuno masama osu'nesige'na, ame hu'na mnanentake'za merene frenkinsensima me'nea agonafina marerigahue.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
Navesima negantoa mofamoka kagrira kagi kagonamo arava ohe hentofa zaga mani'nankeno, maka kavufgamo'a afuhe afahera osuno hentofaza hu'ne.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Lebanonitira zahufa a'nimoka, nagrane egeta va'mneno. Amanae nehaza agonafintira eramio. Laionimo'ene lepatimo'enema noma kikema nemania agona Senirine Hemoni agonararemofo morusapintira eramio.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagra marerisa zagani'a mani'nanankinka tumonire avako nehane. Kesgama hunka kavuma nenaganke'nama knankempima pasesuma hu'nana zama negogeno'a, tumoni'amo'a fakifaki hu'ne.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
Zahufa a'nimoka kavesi'nenantana zamo'a hentofaza hu'ne. Kavesima nenantana zamo'a waini timofo haga'a agatere'ne. Hagi kavufgare'ma fre'nana masavemofo mnamo'a, mika haganentake zana agatere'ne.
11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagiteti'ma pakepakema nehia zamo'a tume rimo'ma nehiaza huno haganentake nehigeno, kagefu'namofo henka kaziga amirine tumerine me'ne. Ana nehigeno kukena ka'afinti mnamo'a Lebanoni sida zafafintima neviankna mna nevie.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagra nagrike hoza mani'nenka, mareri fenozani'a mani'nane. Refite'nea ti kampui kagra mani'nenka, oku'a ti kampui tini'a mani'nane.
13 Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
Kagri hozafina pomigreneti zafa'moza metru hutere hune'za, knare'nare raga renentaze. Hagi mnanentake zantmima henama nadima,
14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
zafronima, kalamusine sinamoninema, ana maka frenkinsensima, merema, aloe trazane, maka knare'ma huno mananentakema nehia zantaminena ana hozafina me'ne.
15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Hozafi me'nea ti kampui kna nehunka, knare tirukna hu'nane. Lebanoni agonafinti'ma eneramia tinkna hunka mani'nane.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Noti kazigatira zahora erinka ne-egeno, sauti kazigati'enena zahora erino ne-ena huta, hozaniafinti mna'a erita vuta eta hi'o. Navesima negantomoka hozaka'afina enka hentofa zafa raga eme taginka nenka ko.
