Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
Mika zagametamima agatere'nea zagame Solomoni kre'nea zagamere.
2 [SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
Nagira antako nehunka nagira no. Na'ankure kavesima nenantana zamofo haga'amo'a waini timofo haga'a agatere'ne.
3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
Kavufagare'ma fre'nana mananentake masavemo'a, knare mna vu'ne. Kagimo'a mananentake zama tagitreankna nehie. E'ina hu'negeno kasefa a'neramimo'za kagritera tusi'zana nehaze.
4 [SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
Navregeta tagareta va'maneno. Kini ne'mo'a navareno noma'arega vu'ne. Jerusalemi mofa'nemo'za hu'za, Kini ne'moka kagrikura tusi muse hugahune. Waini tima husgama hunentona zana agatereta, kagrira husga hugantegahune. Mofamo'a huno, Kagra knare zantfa hu'nanku, husga hunegantaze.
5 [SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Jerusalemi mofa'neramimotma antahiho, navufgamo'a hokonke hu'neanagi, hentofaza nehuno, Kedari vahe'mofo seli nontaminkna nehuno, Solomoni seli nomofo tavravegna hu'ne.
6 [SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
Navufgamo'ma hokonke'ma hu'nea zankura uruhara onageho. Na'ankure zagemo navufga te hokonke hu'ne. Nasarahehe'za tusi zamarimpa ahenante'za waini hozatia kegava huo hu'za hazage'na kegava nehu'na, nagra waini hozani'a kevga osu'noe.
7 Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
Nagu'areti'ma hu'na navesi negantoa ronenimoka, iga menina sipisipi afu kevuka'a avrenka vugahane. Kinaga iga sipisipi afuka'a ome zamantenka manigasa hugahane. Nahanige'na savri a'nenegnara hu'na kagri kavumo'zama sipisipi afutmima kegavama nehazafina vano hugahue.
8 [HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
Hentofa a'moka antahinka kenkama osu'nesunka, sipisipi afu kevu'nimofo agaka avaririnka neone meme afuka'aramina sipisipi kva vahetmimofo seli nomofo tvaonte eme zamantege'za trazana neho.
9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
Navesima negantoa navate ronenimoka, Fero karisiramimofo amu'nompi karisi renteno avazu nehia a' hosi afukna kagra hu'nane.
10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
Kameragemo'a knarezantfa higeno, kagesafima rente'nana rinimo'a kazeri hentofaza higeno, knankempima rente'nana pasesumo'a kazeri hentofaza hu'ne.
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
Kagesare'ma tafintenana konariri zana golireti trohu negamita, knankempima ante zana silvare pasesu trohu kamigahune.
12 [SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
Kini ne'mo'ma ne'zama nenea tratema mani'negeno'a, nagrama navufgare'ma fre'noa masavemofo mana'amo'a ana nompina avi'nete.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a tare amintrenimofo amunompima mananentake'za merema anakintogeno meankna hu'ne.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a, En-Gedi waini hozafima henae nehaza zafa amosre'agna hu'ne.
15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
Navesima negantoa mofamoka, kagra hiranto kagi kagonane a' mani'nane. Tare kavurgamokea maho namagna hu'na'e.
16 [SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
Navesima negantoa ne'moka kagra hentofaza hunka kagi kagonane ne' mani'nane. Kagra maka vahera agaterenka hentofa ne' mani'nane. Zamana zamana trazamo'a tagri tafe me'ne.
17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
Nonti'ama ki'nazana, nomofo amagena zafa sida zafanu nente'za, meni zafanu nontamina runkre hugahaze.
