Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Nga ke in tamulel se luk pa kom, Ac in nina kiuk ah pa katiti kom ke titi lal uh, Na nga fin sun kom inkanek uh, Nga lukun ngokya motom ac mwet uh ac tia suk lah efu.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Nga lukun uskomla nu lohm sin nina kiuk, Kom in tuh luti nu sik ouiyen lungse uh. Nga lukun sot pac wain keng ac wo emah uh nu sum, Ac kom ac pula sronin pomegranate sunuk uh.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Nga ilung lac paol lasa, Ac lac paol layot kafisyuyang nu yorol.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Wulema nu sik, mutan Jerusalem, Lah kowos fah tia oru kutena ma in lusrong pacl in pwar lasr uh.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
Su mutan se fahsru yen mwesis ah me, Fungfungla ke mwet se ma el lungse yohk? Verse Lun Mutan Se Nga okaskomyak ye sak apple soko ah, Yen se ma kom tuh isusla we ah.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
Kaliya insiom tuh in tia lungse kutena mwet sayuk; Nimet kom kafisya sie pacna mwet nu iniwom sayuk. Lungse uh ku, oana misa; Ac nunkeyen lungse uh fokoko oana kulyuk uh. Lungse ac ngutyak oana sie e firir Ac lalelik oana sie e lulap ma ac liksreni esukak acn uh. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
Kof uh tia ku in fwela, Ac wangin pac sronot ku in konela. Tusruktu mwet se fin ke molela lungse ke kasrpal, Nunak in sufan mukefanna pa el ac eis kac uh.
8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Oasr tamtael fusr se wiasr, Ac srakna srik tetel. Mea kut ac oru nu sel Fin oasr mukul ke payuk sel?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
El fin oana sie pot Na kut ac musaela sie tower silver fac. Ac el fin oana sie srungul Na kut ac fah nawella ke sak cedar.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Pot soko pa nga, Ac titi luk uh pa tower kac. Mukul se nga lungse uh etu lah ke nga welul uh Nga konauk insewowo ac misla.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Oasr ima in grape se lal Solomon In acn se pangpang Baal Hamon. Oasr mwet ima ma orekmakin acn sac, Ac kais sie selos moli nu sel ke sie tausin ipin mani silver.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Solomon, eis ipin silver tausin lom an, Ac sang luofoko nu sin mwet ima uh. A funu nga, oasr ima in grape luk sefacna!
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Mutan saok sik, lela nga in lohng pusrem inima uh me, Mwet kawuk luk elos soano in lohng ke kom ac kaskas.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Kuiyuk, yume nu yuruk oana soko gazelle, Oana soko deer mukul fusr fineol uh, yen mahsrik keng uh kap we.
