Song of Songs 5

1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.

‌ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi, kuo u haʻu ki heʻeku ngoue: kuo u tānaki ʻa ʻeku mula, mo ʻeku kakala; kuo u kai ʻa ʻeku hone pea mo hono ngeʻesi; kuo u inu ʻi heʻeku uaine mo ʻeku huʻahuhu: ʻE hoku kāinga, ke tau kai, pea inu, ʻio, ke inu lahi ʻakimoutolu ʻoku ou ʻofa ai.

2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

‌ʻOku ou mohe, ka ʻoku ʻā hoku loto: ko e leʻo ia ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻoku ne tukituki, ʻo ne pehē, “ʻE hoku tuofefine, mo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko ʻeku lupe, ko ʻeku haohaoa, toʻo kiate au: he kuo pito hoku ʻulu ʻi he hahau, mo hoku louʻulu ʻi he viviku ʻoe poʻuli.

3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

Kuo u toʻo hoku kofutuʻa; pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻai ia? Kuo u fufulu hoku vaʻe, pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻuliʻi ia?

4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.

Naʻe ʻai mai ʻae nima ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he kātupa, pea naʻe ngaue hoku loto kiate ia.

5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

Ne u tuʻu hake ke toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; pea naʻe toʻi mei hoku nima ʻae mula, pea mei hoku louhiʻi nima ʻae mula namu lelei, pea tafe hifo ia ki he toʻoʻanga matapā.

6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

Naʻaku toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; ka kuo tafoki atu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻo ne ʻalu: naʻe vaivai ʻa hoku loto ʻi heʻene lea mai: ne u kumi kiate ia, ka naʻe ʻikai te u maʻu ia; ne u ui ki ai, ka naʻe ʻikai te ne tali au.

7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

Pea naʻe ʻiloʻi au ʻe he kau leʻo naʻe feʻaluʻaki ʻi he kolo, ʻonau taaʻi au, pea u lavea ai; pea naʻe toʻo ʻa hoku pūlou ʻe he kau leʻohi ʻoe ʻā.

8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

‌ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema, ʻoku ou fekau kiate kimoutolu, ʻoka mou ka ʻilo ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ke mou tala ki ai ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.

9 What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?

Ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, ʻa koe ʻoku fungani hoihoifua ʻi he kakai fefine? ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, koeʻuhi kuo ke fekau pehē ai kiate kimautolu.

10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

‌ʻOku hinehina mo nganongano ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko e fungani toulekeleka ia ʻi ha toko mano.

11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

‌ʻOku tatau mo e fungani koula lelei ʻa hono ʻulu, ʻoku fafatu hono louʻulu, pea ʻuliʻuli ʻo hangē ko e leveni.

12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

‌ʻOku lelei ʻae ʻaiʻanga ʻo hono kanoʻi mata, pea ʻoku hangē ko e mata ʻoe lupe ʻi he veʻe vaitafe kuo fufulu ʻaki ʻae huʻahuhu.

13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.

‌ʻOku tatau hono kouʻahe mo e tokanga ngoue ʻoe ngaahi kakala; ʻo hangē ko e ngaahi matalaʻi kakala: ʻoku hangē ko e lile ʻa hono loungutu, ʻoku toʻi mei ai ʻae mula namu kakala.

14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.

‌ʻOku tatau hono nima mo e ngaahi mama koula kuo ʻai ki ai ʻae pelili, mo hono sino ʻoku hangē ko e lei ngingila kuo ʻaofi ʻaki ʻae safaia.

15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.

‌ʻOku tatau hono vaʻe mo e pou maka lelei, kuo fokotuʻu ki he tuʻunga koula: ʻoku hangē ko Lepanoni ʻa hono fofonga, ʻo tatau mo e ngaahi sita ʻa hono lelei.

16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.

‌ʻOku melie lahi hono ngutu: ʻio, ʻoku toulekeleka kotoa pē ia. Ko hoku ʻofaʻanga eni, pea ko hoku kāinga ia, ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema.