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.
“Na dogolegei! Di da baligiliwane noga: i ba: sa! Dia si da dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, nenemegisa. Dia dialuma hinabo da goudi wa: i amo da Gilia: de agologa soagagala: ahoa agoane ououloba dabe ba: sa.
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 among them.
Dia bese da sibi amo da hinabo waha dafoga: i amola dodofei agoane, folowaidafa ba: sa. Afae da hame gui ba: sa. Ilia huluane defele dadalei ba: sa.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Dia lafi gadofo da yoi efe agoai gala. Di da sia: sea, amo da noga: idafa ba: sa. Dia ba: dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, da nenemegisa.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Dia asogoa da Da: ibidi ea diasu gado gagagula heda: i agoane, ononoi amola hohona: boi ba: sa. Dia gisa: gisu ga: i da da: igene ga: su 1000 agoane legei ba: sa.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Dia dodo da ‘gasele dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amo da ‘lili’ bugi ganodini ha: i nanebe agoai ba: sa.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Na da gabusiga: ‘me’ agolo ganodini esalumu. Hahabe fo da fulabosea amola gasi da alalolesisia fawane yolesimu.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Na dogolegei! Di da noga: idafa ba: sa. Di da baligili noga: idafa.
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.
Na uda! Ani Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amo fisili ahoa: di! Lebanonega ani ahoa: di! Amana Goumi da: iya gado amoga gudu sa: ima! Amola Sine Goumi amola Hemone Goumi (amoga laione wa: me amola lebade wa: me fi diala) amoga gudu sa: ima!
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.
Di da na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia siga ba: be amola dia gisa: gisu ga: i amo da fedege agoane, na dogo wamolai dagoi.
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!
Na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia sasagesu hou da nama hahawane hamosa. Dia sasagesu hou da waini hano ea hedai baligisa. Dia gabusiga: da hedama: ne fodole nasu ea hedabe baligisa.
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.
Na dogolegei! Agime hano ea heda da dia lafi gadofo da: iya diala. Dia gona: su da nama dodo maga: me amola agime hano agoai gala. Dia abula ga: i gabusiga: da Lebanone ea gabusiga: defele gala.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Na dogolegei, na uda da muguniai ifabi amola gagoiga sisiga: i ifabi amola hisu nasu hano bubuga: su agoai gala.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Amogawi bugi liligi da noga: le heda: sa. Ilia da ‘bomegala: nidi’ bugi defele heda: sa. Amola amoga fage noga: idafa legei dialebe ba: sa. Amogawi, hedama: ne fodole nasu amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluanedafa dialebe ba: sa. Amo da hena, nade, sa: falone, ga: lamase, sinamone, me, a:lou amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluane.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Ifabi hano soga: su da hano nawa: li amo Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amoga dalebe ba: sa.” Uda da amane sia: i,
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.
“Ga (north) fo amo nedigima! Ga (south) fo amo na ifabia fulaboma! Hisi amo gabusiga: amoga nabalelesima! Na sasagesu dunu ea ifabia misa: ne amola amo ea fage legei noga: idafa moma: ne, logo doasima.”
