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.
Khenah, nang loe kranghoih parai, tlangai; khenah, na krang hoih parai! Na mikhmai khukhaih hnuk bang ih na mik loe pahuu mik baktiah oh; na sam loe Gilead mae ah kaom maehnawk baktiah oh.
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.
Na haanawk loe amui aah moe, tui amthluk pacoengah angzo, caa kakak maeto doeh kaom o ai, caa hnetto sah boih tuu baktiah oh.
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.
Na pahninawk loe tlangqui kathim baktiah oh moe, na thuih ih lok loe tahngaih han nawm; mikhmai khukhaih kahni hnuk bang ih naalaking loe buhmaeh thingthai ahap baktiah oh.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
Na tahnong loe David mah sak ih maiphaw congca suekhaih, misatuh kaminawk mah patoh ih misa pakaahaih sangto suekhaih imsang baktiah oh.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
Na tahnunawk loe lili pawk salakah kamhai, tasuk caa kangphae hnetto baktiah oh.
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.
Khodai tom moe, khoving boeng ai naah, myrrh mae ah ka caeh moe, hmuihoih maesom nuiah ka caeh han.
7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—
Ka tlangai, nang loe na suidik; coek koi roe na tawn ai.
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.
Ka hamh ih tangla, Lebanon hoiah kai khaeah angzo ah, Lebanon hoiah kai khaeah angzo ah; Amana maesom, Shenir maesom, Hermon maesom, kaipui ih akhawnawk, kaithlaeng ohhaih maenawk hoiah khen ah.
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.
Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, ka palungthin hae na lak ving boeh, vaito nang danh moe, na oih ih sui bungmu maeto mah, ka palungthin hae nang zaeh ving boeh.
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.
Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, nang palunghaih loe kawkruk maw hoih! Nang palunghaih loe misurtui pongah hoih kue moe, na hmuihoih tui loe hmuihoih tuinawk boih pongah doeh hoih kue.
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.
Aw ka hamh ih tangla, na pahni hoiah khoitui baktih kaluep tui to longh; na palai ah tahnutui hoi khoitui to oh; nang khuk ih kahni loe Lebanon ih hmuihoih tui baktiah oh.
12 A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, nang loe khah khoep ih takha baktiah na oh moe, khah khoep ih tuipuek baktih, catui daeng ih tuibap baktiah na oh.
13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
Na thling ih akungnawk loe athaih kaluep kathai, buhmaeh thaih baktih, hmuihoih henna hoi nard kung baktiah oh,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
hmuihoih nard hoiah saffron, kalamus hoiah cinnamon hmuihoih thing, myrrh hoi aloe, hmuihoih boih thungah hmuihoih koek ah oh o;
15 A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
nang loe tuipuek kaom takha, tui kaang thai ai tuibap, Lebanon hoi kalong vacongnawk baktiah na oh.
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.—
Aw aluek bang ih takhi, angthawk ah, aloih bang ih takhi, angzo ah; kai ih takha thungah song ah; hmuihoih to amsong nasoe. Ka tlangai to angmah ih takha thungah angzo nasoe loe, kaluep thingthainawk to caa nasoe.
