Song of Solomon 1
1 THE song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Solomon ni a thut e lanaw thung dawk e la lah ao.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Pahni hoi paconae hoi kai hah na paco haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, nange lungpatawnae teh misurtui hlak ahawihnawn.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Na kâhluk e hmuitui ni na kaying toe. Nange na min teh awi e hmuitui lah ao. Hatdawkvah tanglakacuemnaw ni nang teh na lungpataw awh.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Kai hah na hrawi nateh, karanglah yawng lei sei. Nang siangpahrang ni kai teh amae inae khan thung na kaw toe. Nang dawk ka lunghawi vaiteh ka konawm han. Na lungpatawnae hah misurtui hlak ka pouk han. Nang teh na lungpataw katang awh.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Oe Jerusalem canu, kai teh Kedar rim patetlah ka tamang eiteh, Solomon siangpahrang e im dawk yap e hni patetlah a mei kahawi.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Ka tamang poung e kaie ka takthai kecu dawk, kahawi hoeh lah na hmawt awh han. Ka manu e capanaw ni kai koe a lungkhuek awh teh, misur takhanaw hah, ka ring hanelah ka rakueng awh toe. Kaie misur takha teh ka ring hoeh.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
Kaie ka lungthin thung dawk Ka pahren e tami, na tuhu hah nâ e hmuen koe vaimoe, a khoum awh vaiyoe, kanîthun vah na e hmuen koe vaimoe a kâhat sak vaiyoe. Kai hah na dei pouh haw. Kai teh bangkongmaw na hui tuhu naw rahak vah hro e patetlah khuet ka o han va.
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Napuinaw thung dawk a mei kahawipoung e lah na Oe na ka panuek hoehpawiteh, tunaw e hnukkâbang haw. Tukhoumnaw e rim teng vah, nange hmaeca hah rawca poe haw.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Ka pahren e tawncanu, nang teh Faro siangpahrang e ranglengnaw thung dawk e marang hoi na bangnue.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Nange na tamboungnaw teh talung phu kaawm poung e lah ao teh, na lahuen teh suidingyin hoi na meihawi poung.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Nang hanelah ngun hoi sak e suihnapacap hai kaimouh ni na sak pouh han.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
Nang siangpahrang teh ahnie caboi dawk na tahung nah kai koehoi, ka tho e hmuitui hmui ni kaying e lah ao.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
Kai ni ka pahren e nang e, murah hmuitui tabu ca teh, kaie lungtabue dawkvah rum touh thung ao.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Kai ni ka pahren e nang teh, kai hanelah Engedi misur takha dawk e Henna pei patetlah ao.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Ka pahren e ka tawncanu, nang teh na mei ahawipoung. Na hawi poung. Nange na mit teh bakhu mit na tawn.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Kai ni ka pahren e nang teh na mei ahawipoung. Ngai a tho poung. Ka lung a nawm sak. Maimae ikhun teh hringsuepcalah ao.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Maimae im khomnaw teh, Sidar thing, a lemphu teh hmaicathing e doeh.
