Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
Ano te ataahua o ou waewae i roto i ou hu, e te tamahine a te rangatira! Ko nga hononga o ou huha, koia ano kei o nga peara, he mea hanga na nga ringa o te kaimahi mohio.
2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
Ko tou pito, koia ano kei te oko porotaka, kihai i hapa i te waina whakaranu; ko tou kopu, ano he puranga witi kua oti te karapoti ki nga rengarenga.
3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Ko ou u e rua, ano ko nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na te anaterope.
4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
Ko tou kaki ano he pourewa rei; ko ou kanohi, ano ko nga roto wai i Hehepona, i te kuwaha o Peterapimi; ko tou ihu, ano ko te pourewa o Repanona, e titiro atu nei ki Ramahiku.
5 Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
Ko tou mahunga i runga i a koe rite tonu ki Karamere, a ko te makawe o tou mahunga ki te papura; e mau herehere ana te kingi i roto i ona uru.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
Ano te ataahua, ano te pai ou, e te mea e arohaina ana, ahuareka tonu!
7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
Rite tonu koe ki te nikau i a koe e tu nei, a ko ou u ki nga tautau karepe.
8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
I mea ahau, Ka pikitia e ahau te nikau, ka hopukia atu e ahau ona manga: kia rite ou u ki nga tautau o te waina, te kakara o tou ha ki te aporo;
9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
A ko tou mangai kia rite ki te waina tino pai e mania nei tana heke ma taku e aroha nei, e rere ana na nga ngutu o te hunga e moe ana.
10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
Kei taku e aroha nei ahau; ko ahau ano tana e hiahia ai.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
Haere mai, e taku e aroha nei, taua ka haere ki te parae, ka moe taua ki nga pa ririki.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
Kia moata to taua maranga ki nga mara waina; kia kite ai, e tupu ana ranei te waina, kua puta ranei te karepe hou, e kopuku ana ranei nga pamekaranete; ko reira hoatu ai e ahau toku aroha ki a koe.
13 The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
Kei te patu te kakara o nga manitareki, kei o taua kuwaha ano nga momo hua papai katoa, nga mea hou, nga mea tawhito, he mea rongoa naku mau, e taku e aroha nei.
