Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
“Di da a: fini ida: iwanedafa. Dia emo, dia emo salasu ganodini da isisima: goi ba: sa. Dia masele dalegala: i da fedege liligi hahamosu dawa: dui dunu ea hamosu defele gala.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Dia semogofo da ononoi faigelei waini hanoga nabane, ebelemu da hamedei agoane ba: sa. Dia bulu ga: su da widi dabosu amo ‘lili’ mosoi amoga bului agoai ba: sa.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Dia dodo da ‘dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amola ‘gasele dia’ aduna agoane ba: sa.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Dia galogoa da ‘aifoli’ diasu sedade gagagula heda: i agoane ba: sa. Dia si elea da hano wayabo Hesiabone moilai bai bagade amo ea logo holei gadenene diala, agoai ba: sa. Dia mi da Lebanone diasu sedade gagagula heda: i amo da Dama: sagase moilai bai bagadega, sosodo aligisu dunu amo moilai ouligimusa: esaloma: ne gagui, agoaiwane noga: idafa ba: sa.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.
Gamele Goumi da gadodafa agoai, di da dia dialuma gadoba: le gadole ahoa. Dia dialumasa da ‘sa: dini’ abula ea ela: mai agoai ba: sa. Ea isisima: goi da hina bagade gagulaligimu defele gala.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Di da isisima: goidafa! Dia noga: idafa sasagesu hou amo da dunu gumima: ne agoane hamosa.
7 This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Di da gumudi ifa agoane, da: da: lole ahoa. Dia dodo da dadi fage sosogoi agoane ba: sa.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples;
Na da dadi ifaba: le heda: le, ea fage faimu. Na da dia dodo waini fage sosogoi agoai ba: sa, amola dia mifo amo ‘a: bele’ fage ea gabusiga: defele gala.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Amola dia lafi da baligili noga: i waini defele gala.” Uda da amane sia: sa, “Defea! Amo waini hano da moloiwane na sasagesu dunu masunu da defea. Waini hano da ea lafi amola ea bese amodili musa: le sa: imu da defea.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Na da na sasagesu dunu ea: Amola e da na hanasa.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani da hamega gadili amoga asili, diasu gilisisu fonobahadi amo ganodini gasi afae golamu.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Ani da hahabedafa wa: legadole, waini efe sagai muni, heda: bayale amola sogea da falegabeyale, amola ‘bomegala: nidi’ ifa sogea heda: bayale abodemu. Amogawi na da dima sasagesu imunu.
13 The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Di da ‘ma: nadala: ige’ ea gabusiga: noga: idafa nabimu. Amola fage noga: idafa ania logo ga: su gadenene ligi dialebe ba: mu. Na dogolegei! Na gaheabolo amola hea hahawane hamosu amo dima imunusa: modai diala.
