Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Na kho te hlangcong canu kah khokhom neh sawtthen tangkik. Na phai dongkah phaibong khaw kutthai kut kah bibi neh himbai bangla om.
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Na yenrhui te kueluek baeldung bangla homtui long khaw vaitah pawh. Na bungko te khaw tuilipai loh cang hlom neh a ven.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi van pawn ni.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Na rhawn tah rhaltoeng vueino van pawn ni. Na mik tah Bathrabbim vongka kah Heshbon tuibuem van pawn ni. Na hnarhong tah Damasku rhaldan aka tawt Lebanon rhaltoengim van pawn ni.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Na sokah na lu tah Karmel tlang van pawn ni. Na lu samloeng tah manghai sammuei, daidi samdueng van pawn ni.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
Lungnah, omthenbawnnah neh sawtthen tangkik tih hmae tangkik.
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
Na sang loh rhophoe a puet tih na rhangsuk loh thaihsu coeng he.
8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
“Rhophoe dongah ka yoeng saeh lamtah a koi te ka hlan eh,’ ka ti. Na rhangsuk tah misur thaihsu bangla om laeh saeh. Na hnarhong hmueih tah thaihthawn van pawn ni.
9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
Na ka tah misurtui then van pawn ni. Oila Kamah hlo taengah caeh vaengah no neh lai khaw vanat la khuep uh.
10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
Kamah he kamah hlo kah coeng tih a lungdueknah tah kamah ham saeh.
11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
Kamah hlo aw halo lamtah pong la cet lah sih, vangca ah khaw rhaeh mai sih.
12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Thoo sih, misurdum te so sih. Misur khaw a cuen khaming, thaihmoe loh culh tih tale khaw khooi coeng. Teah te kamah hlo te nang taengah kam pae eh.
13 The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Hloih he a bo rhim. Tedae mah kah thohka ah cangtham he a rhuem a thai la cungkuem tih ka hlo nang ham ka khoem.
