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.
Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao, ry tompokovavy havako! Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao! Ny masonao dia voromailala eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao; Ny volonao dia tahaka ny osy andiany, izay mandriandry eny an-kilan’ ny tendrombohitr’ i Gileada.
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.
Ny nifinao dia tahaka ny ondrivavy andiany efa voahety, izay miakatra avy eo amin’ ny fampandroana; Samy kambana avy ireo, fa tsy misy tsy mana-namana.
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.
Tahaka ny kofehy jaky ny molotrao, ary mahafinaritra ny vavanao; Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao,
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambon’ i Davida, natao ho trano fihantonam-piadiana; Ampinga arivo no voahantona eo, dia ny ampinga rehetra an’ ny lehilahy mahery.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
Ny nononao roa dia toy ny diera kambana mbola tanora, izay homana eny amin’ ny lilia.
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.
Mandra-pangatsiatsiaky ny andro, ka efa hilentika ny masoandro, dia handeha aho ho any amin’ ny tendrombohitry ny miora sy ny havoan’ ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona.
7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—
Tsara avokoa izato bikanao izato, ry tompokovavy havako; Tsy misy kilema ianao.
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.
Hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona ianao, ry ampakariko, eny, hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona, hitazana eny an-tampon’ i Amana, eny an-tampon’ i Senira sy Hermona, eny an-davaky ny liona, eny an-tendrombohitry ny leoparda.
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.
Efa lasanao ny foko, ry havako ampakariko, efa lasanao ny foko tamin’ ny masonao an-ila sy tamin’ ny rojo anankiray amin’ ny vozonao.
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.
Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao, ry havako ampakariko! Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao! eny, tsara noho ny divay! Ary ny fofon’ ny menaka manitrao dia mihoatra noho ny zava-manitra rehetra!
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.
Mitete tantely toy ny avy amin’ ny tohotra ny molotrao, ry ampakariko; Tantely sy ronono no ao ambanin’ ny lelanao, ary ny fofon’ ny fitafianao dia tahaka ny fofon’ i Libanona.
12 A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
Saha voahidy ny havako ampakariko, loharano voahidy, fantsakan-drano voaisy tombo-kase.
13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
Hianao no saha anirian’ ny ampongabendanitra tsara voa, sady misy kofera sy narda,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
Eny, narda sy safrona, veromanitra sy havozomanitra sy ny hazo misy ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona rehetra. Miora sy hazo manitra Mbamin’ ny zava-manitra tsara rehetra;
15 A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
Loharano ao an-tanimboly ianao, loharano miboiboika, ary renirano kely avy any Libanona.
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.—
Mifohaza, ry rivotra avy any avaratra; avia, ry avy any atsimo, Mitsofa eny an-tsahako hielezan’ ny fofony manitra. Aoka ny malalako hankatỳ an-tanimboliny ka hihinana ny voankazony tsara.
