Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes [look forth] from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.
“Na dogolegei! Di da baligiliwane noga: i ba: sa! Dia si da dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, nenemegisa. Dia dialuma hinabo da goudi wa: i amo da Gilia: de agologa soagagala: ahoa agoane ououloba dabe ba: sa.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
Dia bese da sibi amo da hinabo waha dafoga: i amola dodofei agoane, folowaidafa ba: sa. Afae da hame gui ba: sa. Ilia huluane defele dadalei ba: sa.
3 Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
Dia lafi gadofo da yoi efe agoai gala. Di da sia: sea, amo da noga: idafa ba: sa. Dia ba: dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, da nenemegisa.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
Dia asogoa da Da: ibidi ea diasu gado gagagula heda: i agoane, ononoi amola hohona: boi ba: sa. Dia gisa: gisu ga: i da da: igene ga: su 1000 agoane legei ba: sa.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
Dia dodo da ‘gasele dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amo da ‘lili’ bugi ganodini ha: i nanebe agoai ba: sa.
6 Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Na da gabusiga: ‘me’ agolo ganodini esalumu. Hahabe fo da fulabosea amola gasi da alalolesisia fawane yolesimu.
7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—
Na dogolegei! Di da noga: idafa ba: sa. Di da baligili noga: idafa.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.
Na uda! Ani Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amo fisili ahoa: di! Lebanonega ani ahoa: di! Amana Goumi da: iya gado amoga gudu sa: ima! Amola Sine Goumi amola Hemone Goumi (amoga laione wa: me amola lebade wa: me fi diala) amoga gudu sa: ima!
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Di da na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia siga ba: be amola dia gisa: gisu ga: i amo da fedege agoane, na dogo wamolai dagoi.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, [my] bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.
Na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia sasagesu hou da nama hahawane hamosa. Dia sasagesu hou da waini hano ea hedai baligisa. Dia gabusiga: da hedama: ne fodole nasu ea hedabe baligisa.
11 Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Na dogolegei! Agime hano ea heda da dia lafi gadofo da: iya diala. Dia gona: su da nama dodo maga: me amola agime hano agoai gala. Dia abula ga: i gabusiga: da Lebanone ea gabusiga: defele gala.
12 A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
Na dogolegei, na uda da muguniai ifabi amola gagoiga sisiga: i ifabi amola hisu nasu hano bubuga: su agoai gala.
13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
Amogawi bugi liligi da noga: le heda: sa. Ilia da ‘bomegala: nidi’ bugi defele heda: sa. Amola amoga fage noga: idafa legei dialebe ba: sa. Amogawi, hedama: ne fodole nasu amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluanedafa dialebe ba: sa. Amo da hena, nade, sa: falone, ga: lamase, sinamone, me, a:lou amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluane.
15 A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
Ifabi hano soga: su da hano nawa: li amo Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amoga dalebe ba: sa.” Uda da amane sia: i,
16 Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—
“Ga (north) fo amo nedigima! Ga (south) fo amo na ifabia fulaboma! Hisi amo gabusiga: amoga nabalelesima! Na sasagesu dunu ea ifabia misa: ne amola amo ea fage legei noga: idafa moma: ne, logo doasima.”
