Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Kua riro ki hea tau e aroha na, e te wahine ataahua rawa o nga wahine? I anga ki hea tau e aroha na, kia rapu tahi ai matou me koe?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Kua riro taku e aroha nei ki raro, ki tana kari, ki nga tupuranga o nga kinaki kakara, ki nga kari kai ai, ki te kato i nga rengarenga.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.
Na taku e aroha nei ahau, a naku taku e aroha nei: kei nga rengarenga ia e whangai ana i tana kahui.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
He ataahua koe, e toku hoa, he pera me Tirita; he ahuareka koe, pera me Hiruharama, he whakamataku pera me te taua e tare ana nga kara.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Tahuri atu ou kanohi i ahau, ka riro hoki ahau i a raua; ko ou makawe, koia ano kei te kahui koati e takoto ana i te taha o Kireara.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.
Ko ou niho ano he kahui hipi uha e haere mai ana i te horoi, rite katoa i te mahanga, kahore hoki he pakoro i roto i a ratou.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
E ono tekau enei kuini, e waru tekau nga wahine iti, me nga wahine e kore e taea te tatau.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Ko taku kukupa, ko taku mea pokekore, he mea kotahi noa; ko ia anake ta tona whaea; ko ia te mea i paingia rawatia e te wahine i whanau ai ia: i kite nga tamahine i a ia, kei te manaaki i a ia; ae ra, ko nga kuini me nga wahine iti, whakamoemiti ana ratou ki a ia.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Ko wai tenei e matakitaki mai nei, ano ko te ata, ataahua tonu, ano ko te marama, marama rawa, koia ano kei te ra, whakawehi rawa, me te mea he taua e tare ana nga kara?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
I haere atu ahau ki te kari nati, kia kite i nga taru matomato o te awaawa; kia kite e tupu ana ranei te waina, e kopuku ana ranei nga pamekaranete.
12 Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Mohio rawa ake ahau kua meinga ahau e toku wairua kia tau ki waenga ki nga hariata o toku iwi rangatira.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Hoki mai, hoki mai, e te Hurami, hoki mai, hoki mai, kia matakitaki ai matou ki a koe. He aha ta koutou e titiro ai ki te Hurami me te mea ko te haka o Mahanaima?
