Hiva ʻa Solomone 2
1 Ko au ko e lose ʻo Saloni, ko e lile ʻoe ngaahi teleʻa.
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
2 ʻO hangē ko e lile ʻi he lotolotonga ʻoe ngaahi ʻakau talatala, ʻoku pehē ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ngaahi ʻofefine.
Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3 Pea hangē ko e ʻakau ko e moli ki he ngaahi ʻakau ʻoe vao, ʻoku pehē ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻao ʻoe ngaahi foha. Ne u nofo hifo ki lalo ʻi hono malumalu, pea u fiefia lahi, pea naʻe huʻamelie ʻa hono fua ki hoku ngutu.
Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
4 Naʻa ne ʻomi au ki he fale keinangaʻanga, pea naʻe fakamalu ʻaki au ʻae fuka ʻae ʻofa.
Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
5 Tokoni au ʻaki ʻae uaine, pea fakafiemālieʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi moli: he ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.
Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
6 ʻOku ʻi lalo ʻi hoku ʻulu ʻa hono nima toʻohema, pea ʻoku fāʻufua au ʻe hono nima toʻomataʻu.
His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7 ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema, ʻoku ou fekau kiate kimoutolu, ʻi hoʻomou ʻofa ki he fanga kāseli mo e fanga hainite ʻoe vao, ke ʻoua naʻa mou ueʻi pe fafangu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, kaeʻoua ke faʻiteliha pe ia.
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
8 Ko e leʻo ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga! Vakai, ʻoku haʻu ia mo puna ʻi he ngaahi moʻunga, pea hopohopo ʻi he ngaahi potu māʻolunga.
It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9 ʻOku tatau ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga mo e kāseli pe ko e hainite mui: vakai, ʻoku tuʻu mai ia mei he tuaʻā, ʻoku ne fakasio mai mei he ngaahi matapā, ʻo ne fakahā ia mei he ngaahi kātupa.
My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10 Naʻe lea mai ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻo ne pehē kiate au, Tuʻu hake ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko ʻeku tokotaha ʻoku hoihoifua, pea ke haʻu.
My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
11 Vakai, kuo hili ʻae faʻahitaʻu momoko, pea kuo ʻosi ʻae ʻuha mo mole atu;
For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
12 Kuo tupu hake ʻae ngaahi fisiʻi ʻakau ʻi he funga kelekele, kuo hoko ʻae ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku hiva ai ʻae fanga manupuna, pea ʻoku ongoʻi ʻi hota fonua ʻae leʻo ʻoe kulukulu:
The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 ʻOku kamata tupu ʻi he ʻakau ko e fiki ʻa hono fua, pea ʻoku namu lelei mai ʻae fua mui ʻi he ngaahi vaine. ʻā koe ko hoku ʻofaʻanga, mo ʻeku hoihoifua, ke ke tuʻu hake, pea ke haʻu.
The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14 ʻA koe ko ʻeku lupe, ʻoku nofo ʻi he ngaahi ʻanaʻi maka, mo e ngaahi potu lilolilo ʻoe lilifa, ke ke fakahā mai ho mata kiate au, pea tuku ke u fanongo ki ho leʻo; he ʻoku ke leʻo mālie, pea ʻoku fakaʻofoʻofa ho mata.
My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
15 Ke maʻu mai ʻae fanga fokisi, ʻae fanga fokisi iiki, ʻaia ʻoku maumauʻi ʻae vaine: he ʻoku kei mui ʻae fua ʻoe vaine.
Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
16 ʻOku ʻoʻoku ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, pea ʻoku ou ʻoʻona au: ʻoku kai ʻe ia ʻi he potu ʻoe ngaahi lile.
My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17 Tafoki mai ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, kaeʻoua ke maʻa hake ʻae ʻaho, pea mole atu ʻae fakapoʻuli, pea ke tatau koe mo e kāseli pe ko e hainite mui ʻi he ngaahi moʻunga ʻo Peta.
Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
