Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Laanawk thungah kahoih koek loe Solomon angmah ih laa hae boeh ni.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
A pahni hoiah na mok nasoe, nang palunghaih loe misurtui pongah hoih kue.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Na hmuihoihaih loe paroeai koeh han koiah oh; na hmin loe bawh ih hmuihoih tui ah oh; to pongah kacuem tanglanawk mah nang to ang palung o.
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 hae na zae ving ah, cawnhaih hoiah na hnukah kang bang o han; siangpahrang mah angmah ih imkhaan thungah ang hoih; kaicae loe nang ah ka nawm o moe, kang hoe o han; misurtui pongah doeh nang palunghaih to kam oek o haih kue; nang loe nihcae mah palung tangtang ih kami ah na oh.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Aw Jerusalem canunawk, kai loe ngan amnum, toe Kedar ih kahni im baktih, Solomon iimkhaan pakaahaih kahni baktiah, palung akap han koi kaom ah ka oh.
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.
Ni kabae mah paaem moe, ngan kam num pongah, na khen o kuur hmah; kam no ih caanawk mah palung ang phui o thuih pongah, misur takha khenzawnkung ah ang suek o; kaimah ih misur takha loe ka pahnong sut boeh.
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?
Kang palung ih nang oe, tuunawk to naah maw na pacah, naa ih ahmuen ah maw athun ah tuunawk to nang haksak, na thui ah; tipongah kai loe nam pui kalah tuu toepkung hnukah, loklam amkhraeng moe, kahni hoi mikhmai kakhuk khoep nongpata baktiah ka oh han loe?
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.
Nongpatanawk thungah kranghoih koek, na panoek ai nahaeloe, tuu caehhaih khokkong to parui ah loe, tuutoep kaminawk ih kahni im taengah nangmah ih maeh caanawk to pacah ah.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Aw kang palung duek ih tlangai, nang loe Faro ih hrang lakok karuet hrang hoiah kang patah.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Naa ah na buen ih naaphaeh hoi tahnong ah na oih ih sui bungmu mah na tangbaengnawk to krang ang hoisak.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Sumkanglung tui hoi sui hoiah pazut ih bungmu to nang hanah kang sak pae o han.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
Siangpahrang angmah ih caboi taengah anghnut naah, kai ih hmuihoih tui to amsong.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
Ka palung duek ih ka tlangai loe aqum puek ka tahnu salakah kaom myrrh hmuihoih tui baktiah oh.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.
Kai ih tlangai loe En Gedi misur takha thung ih apawk tangoeng baktiah oh.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Khenah, krang na hoih parai! Ka tlangai, khenah, na krang hoih parai; na mik doeh pahuu mik baktiah oh.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Khenah, nang loe kranghoih parai! Ka thlangai, ue, palung han akap parai! iihkhun khukhaih kahni doeh hing suep.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Aihnik ih im sakhaih tungnawk loe sidar thing hoiah sak moe, imphu doeh hmaica thing hoiah ni sak.
