Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Mutan saok sik, kom kato na pwaye! Motom efal oana mutun sie wuleoa ye nuknuk minini afinyen motom. Aunsifom sroalsroal ac srosro oana un nani uh Ke ac putati fineol Gilead me.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved amongst them.
Wihsum fasrfasr oana sheep Ma tufahna kalkulla ac owola. Tia soko selos fulukla; Nufonna arulana fas, ac kais soko oasr lainya.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Ngoasrom oana sie ropin srusra; Arulana kato ke pacl kom kaskas uh. Likintupom srusrsrusrame ye nuknuk minini lisringyen motom an.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Kwawom raraun ac fwel Oana tower lal David, Naweyukla ke soko ah in walwal ma oasr tausin mwe loang sripsripi kac.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed amongst the lilies.
Titi lom uh oana gazelle fusr lukwa, Oana deer fak uh ke eltal mongo inmasrlon kiuf uh.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Nga ac som ac muta fin inging in myrrh uh, Oayapa fin inging in mwe keng, Nwe ke na engyengsrik in lotu uh tuhme, Ac lohsr uh wanginla.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Kom su saoklana sik, kom arulana kato, Arulana fwel monum nufon!
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Mutan su nga ako se, fahsru liki Fineol in acn Lebanon; Fahsru wiyu liki acn loessula Lebanon. Oatui liki Fineol Amana, Liki Eol Senir ac Eol Hermon, Fahsru liki acn ma lufin lion ac leopard oan we.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Mutan su nga ako in payuk se, ngetnget se lom an Ac ah soko kom wulu an, Arulana usla insiuk!
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Mutan saok kiuk, Nga arulana pwar ke lungse lom uh. Lungse lom uh wo liki wain uh; Ono keng lom uh wo fohlo liki kain in mwe keng nukewa.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Mutan saok sik, ngoasrom emwem oana honey; Loum oana milk ac honey nu sik. Nuknuk lom uh keng oana foulin sak cedar Lebanon me.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Mutan se su arulana saok sik, el oana sie ima ma oan yen lukma, Sie ima kalkalyak, ac sie unon in kof kaul nu sin mwet saya,
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Yen sak uh kapak arulana wo we. Elos kapak oana ima in sak pomegranate, Ac oswe fahko su arulana wo. Pacl nukewa pus sunun sak keng inge: henna, nard,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Saffron, calamus, ac cinnamon, Ac kain in mwe keng nukewa. Myrrh ac aloes wi pac kap we Wi kain in ono ma arulana keng.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Kof uh unonak ac aksroksrokye ima uh, Ac infacl srisrik sororror we, Ac kof uh asrma liki Fineol Lebanon.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Tukakek, Eng Epang me. Eng Eir me, tuhme nu ke ima luk; Nwakla yen engyen uh ke foul keng. Lela mukul se su saok sik in tuku nu ke ima lal Ac mongo ke fokinsak wolana we.
