Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends. Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei amola na uda! Na da na ifabia golili sa: i dagoi. Na da na hedama: ne fodole nasu amola na gabusiga: ‘me’ amo da gagadolala. Na da na agime hano amola agime hano diasu nana. Na da na waini hano amola gebo dodo maga: me nana.” Uda da amane sia: i, “Sasagesu dabe dilia! Ha: i moma! Amola waini hano naleawane, sasagesu hou amoga feloama: ma!”
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."
“Na da golai dialoba, na dogo da nedigi dialu. Na sasagesu da logoa lulu fugilaloba, na da golaia ba: lu.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei! Na ‘dafe’ sio! Na misa: ma! Na dialuma da oubi mogele amoga nanegai gala.” Uda da amane sia: i,
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
“Na da na abula gisa: i dagoi. Na da abuliba: le amo bu gasisa: lima: bela: ? Na da na emo dodofei dagoi. Na da laluba: le na emo bu nigima: ma: bela: ?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Na sasagesu dunu da logo ga: suga lobo ligisi. E da na gadenene esalebe, amo na dawa: loba, nodoi.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Na da e ganodini misa: ne momagei dagoi ba: i. Na lobo da ‘me’ gabusiga: hano amoga dedeboi ba: i. Na da logo ga: su geda gagui.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
Na da na sasagesu dunu misa: ne logo doasi. Be e da asi dagoi ba: i. Na da ea sia: nabimusa: bagadewane hanai. Na da e hogoi be hame ba: i. Na da e wei be alofebe hame nabi.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Sosodo aligisu dunu amo da moilai bai bagade sisiga: ha lala, na ba: i. Ilia da na fane, fofonomagia: i. Moilai bai bagade gagoi sosodo aligisu dunu ilia da na abula sawa: figi houga: le fasi.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Yelusaleme uda, dilia! Nama sia: ilegema! Dilia na sasagesu dunu ba: sea, ema na da sasagesu hou ha: giwane hamobeba: le gasa hame gala adoma: ne, sia: ilegema.” Yelusaleme uda ilia amane sia: i,
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
“Saga! Dia noga: idafa ba: su da eno uda huluane baligisa. Be dia sasagesu dunu da eno dunu huluane baligisala: ? E da baligili noga: idafala: ? Ninia da abuliba: le dima ilegele sia: ma: bela: ?” Uda da amane sia: i,
10 My beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
“Na sasagesu dunu da noga: idafa ba: sa amola e da gasa bagade gala. E da dunu 10,000 gilisisu ganodini baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Ea odagi gadofo da osoboya: i amola hohona: boi. Ea dialuma hinabo da helo amola balega sio defele, bunumai gala.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Ea si da ‘dafe’ sio amo da dodo maga: mega dodofei amola hano yogo dalebe ea bega: esala, amo defele, noga: idafa ba: sa.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Ea ba: da ifabi amo da hedama: ne fodole nasu bugi amoga nabai defele, noga: idafa ba: sa. Ea lafi gadofo da ‘lili’ mosoi amo ‘me’ hano amoga nanegai agoane ba: sa.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Ea lobo da noga: le hamoi ba: sa amola ea lobo sogo gasisalasu amo da igi noga: idafa amoga nina: hamoi. Ea da: i da hohona: boi ‘aifoli’ amo da ‘sa: faia’ igi noga: i amoga nina: hamoi, agoane ba: sa.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Ea masele da ‘a: laba: sade’ ganumu amo da gouli bai amoga sali agoane ba: sa. E da Lebanone Goumi alelaloi (amo da: iya da dolo ifa sedadedafa) amo agoane baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Ea lafi da nonogosea hedasa. Na da ea hou huluane ba: sea, nodosa. Dilia, Yelusaleme uda! Na sasagesu dunu da agoaiwane gala.”
