Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Aw angraeng canu, na buen ih khokpanai hoiah kawkruk maw nam cuk! Na khoknawk loe ban tok sah kop kami mah sak ih atho kaom thlung baktiah oh.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Na laelung loe aqai angbuet luet misurtui boengloeng baktiah oh moe, na kaeng loe lili pawk mah takui ih cangqui baktiah oh.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Na tahnunawk loe caa kangphae tasuk caa hnik baktiah oh.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
Na tahnong loe tasaino hoiah sak ih imsang baktiah oh; na mik loe Bath Rabbim khongkha taeng ih, Heshbon tuili baktiah oh moe, na hnah loe Damaska bangah anghae Lebanon ih imsang hoiah anghmong.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Na lu loe Karmel mae baktiah oh moe, na sam loe amling hup; siangpahrang loe pakhui ih sam mah zaeng caeng boeh.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
Aw tlangai, nang loe ka poek nawm hanah kawkruk maw krang na hoih moe, palung hanah na kap!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Na somsanghaih loe ungsikung baktiah oh, na tahnunawk loe kangbom misurthaih baktiah oh.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Ungsikung pongah ka dawh tahang moe, tanghangnawk to ka khaeh han, tiah ka thuih; na tahnu loe kangbom misurthaih baktih, nang hah ih takhi loe hmuihoih epal thaih baktiah om nasoe;
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
na pakha loe ka tlangai hanah kahoih koek misurtui ah oh, misurtui loe ka tlangai khaeah long moe, amzaita hoiah ka-iip kaminawk ih pahni ah long pae.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
Kai loe ka tlangai hanah ni ka oh, anih koehhaih loe ka nuiah oh.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Ka tlangai, angzo ah, taw ah caeh hoi si; avangnawk thungah qumhto om hoi si.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
Khawnthaw ah angthawk hoi si loe, misur takha ah caeh hoi si; misurkung tadok vai, apawk boeh vai, pomegranat thingthai kung doeh tadok tacawt boeh vai, tito khen hoi si! To ahmuen ah kang palunghaih kang paek han.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Mandrak thingkung hoiah hmuihoih to amsong, caak kahoih congca athaih kangquem hoi kangtha to tlangai nang hanah, kaimacae ih khongkha taengah kang suek pae.
