Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, kaimah ih takha thungah kang zoh boeh; Kaimah ih myrrh hoi hmuihoih to ka sinh; kaimah ih khoitui hoi khoiphae to ka caak boeh; kaimah ih misurtui hoi tahnutui to ka naek boeh; Thendoeng ampuinawk ih lok Aw ampuinawk, caa oh loe, nae oh; ue, Aw ka tlangai, kamhah ah nae ah.
2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Kai loe ka iih, toe ka palung loe hak; ka tlangai ih lok mah thok to takhuek khing; ka tanuh, ka tlangai, kai ih pahuu, coek koi om ai, kai hanah thok to na paong pae ah; ka lu loe dantui hoiah suih moe, ka sam doeh aqum ih tamai tui hoiah ka suih boih boeh, tiah ang naa.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Khukbuen to kang khring boeh, kawbangmaw kang khuk let han? Khok doeh ka pasaeh boeh, kawbangmaw kam hnongsak let han?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Ka tlangai mah thokbuem hoiah a ban to payangh; anih nuiah palung ka nat.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ka tlangai thok paongh pae hanah kang thawk; ka ban hoiah myrrh tui to ca moe, hmuihoih myrrth tui loe ka banpazung hoiah thok takraenghaih ahmuen khoek to long tathuk.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Ka tlangai han thok ka paongh pae, toe ka tlangai loe om ai, caeh ving boeh; a lok ka tahngaih moe, ka tlangai to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai boeh; a thuih ih lok mah kai palung ang phosak; anih to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai; ka kawk cadoeh na pathim ai boeh.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Vangpui takui misatoep kaminawk mah kai ang hnuk o naah, ang boh o moe, nganbawh kana ang paek o; sipae toepkungnawk mah ka mikhmai khukhaih kahni to ang lak pae o ving.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love.
Aw Jerusalem canunawk, ka tlangai to na hnuk o nahaeloe, nang poek loiah ka zaisut boeh, tiah thuih pae hanah, lok kang thuih o.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?
Aw nang loe nongpatanawk boih thungah kranghoih koek ah na oh, na tlangai loe tipongah minawk pongah kranghoih kue loe? Kaicae khaeah nang thuih ih lok baktih toengah, tipongah maw na tlangai loe minawk pongah krang a hoih kue?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the most chief among ten thousand.
Ka tlangai loe ngan to dawk moe, ngan doeh amling hup, anih loe kami sang hato thungah ahmin amthang koek.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Anih ih lu loe kaciim suitui baktih, a sam loe thah moe, pangaah baktiah amnum.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Anih ih mik loe tahnutui hoiah kalong vapui ah tui kamhluh, pahuu hnik baktiah oh.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Anih ih tangbaeng loe hmuihoih tui kamsong iihkhun hoi hmuihoih apawk baktiah oh; anih ih pahni loe myrrh hmuihoih tui hoiah bawh ih lili pawk baktiah oh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Anih ih ban loe beryl thlung hoi sak ih sui bantuek baktiah oh, a takpum loe atho kaom thlung kathim sapphire hoi pathoep het ih tasaino baktiah oh.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
A khoknawk loe kaciim suitui pongah pahungh ih, thlung kanglung tung baktiah oh; a krang loe Lebanon baktih, kahoih koek sidar thing baktiah oh.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Anih ih pakha loe luep; ue, anih loe palung han koiah oh. Aw Jerusalem canunawk, anih loe ka tlangai hoi kam pui ah oh.
