Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Ros inima se na in acn Sharon pa nga, Oana sie ros kiuf infahlfal uh.
2 As a lily amongst thorns, so is my love amongst the daughters.
Oana sie ros kiuf inmasrlon kokul uh, Ouinge el su saok sik inmasrlon mutan uh.
3 As the apple tree amongst the trees of the wood, so is my beloved amongst the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Oana soko sak apple inmasrlon sak inima uh, Ouinge lumweyen el su saoklana sik inmasrlon mukul saya uh. Nga lungse na muta ye lulin sak apple soko inge. Ke nga ema fahko kac uh arulana emwem.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
El usyula nu in acn in orek kufwa lal Ac olak flag in lungse lal fuk.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Folokonak ku luk ke raisin, Ac akwoyela ikok ke apple uh! Nga kuf na pwaye ke nunkeyen lungse lom.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
Nga ilung lac paol lasa, Ac lac paol layot kafisyuyang nu yorol.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Kowos mutan Jerusalem, wulema nu sik Ke inen kosro mui ac kato inima uh, Lah kowos fah tia oru kutena ma in lusrong pacl in pwar lasr uh.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Nga lohng pusren el su nga lungse. El kasrma srosro fineol uh, El yume tupalma inging uh nu yuruk.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Kawuk luk ah el oana soko kosro gazelle, Oana soko deer fusr mukul. El a tu pesinka uh. El ngetma ke winto ah, Ac yoryor ke lisrlisr wasengseng uh.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Ma se luk ah el kasma nu sik. Verse Lun Mukul Se Fahsru, kuiyuk, Kom su oaskulana, fahsru kital som.
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Pacl mihsrisr uh safla; ac af uh wanginla;
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Ros uh fokla yen nukewa inimae. Inge pacl in on; Pusren wuleoa uh lohngyuk in acn sesr.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
Fokinsak fig uh mutawauk in mwesrla; Foulin ros ke grape uh akkengyela acn uh. Fahsru, kom su saok sik, Kom su oaskulana sik, fahsru wiyu.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
Kom oana sie wuleoa su muta In luf pe fulu uh. Nga ke liye ngetnget oasku se lom an; Nga ke lohngak pusra kato se lom.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Ros ke ima in grape lasr uh farngelik tari, Kut enenu in sruokya kosro fox srisrik uh meet liki elos kunausla ima lasr uh.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses amongst the lilies.
Ma na luk pa mukul se nga lungse, ac nga ma na lal. El mukena kite un kosro natul uh inmasrlon ros kiuf uh
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Nwe ke na engyengsrik in lotu uh tuhme, Ac lohsr uh wanginla. Folokla, kom su saok sik, kasrla oana soko gazelle mui, Oana soko deer mukul el kasrusr ke tohktok lun eol uh.
