Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
Fisrak mutan, mutan fusr na kato se pa kom an! Niom arulana oasku in fahluk lom an. Finyepom uh raraun Oana ma mwet usrnguk ke tufahlfal uh orala.
2 Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Futom oana sie ahlu pol Ma wain keng uh tia wi lisr loac uh. Kapin siom oana tohktok in wheat se Ma ros kiuf uh raunela.
3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Titi lom uh oana deer fak lukwa, Ku kosro gazelle lukwa.
4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Inkwawom oana sie tower naweyukla ke ivory. Atronmotom oana lulu in kof in siti Heshbon Su oan sisken mutunpot lun siti pwengpeng sac. Infwem kato oana tower lun Lebanon Su tuyak suwohs ac tawi acn Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Kom pusrukak sifom nu lucng oana Fineol Carmel. Aunsifom pirakla ac saromrom oana nuknuk musresre na wowo; Katoiya uh ku in akmunasyela sie tokosra.
6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
Kom arulana kato ac oasku; Lungse lom nu sik arulana akpwaryeyu.
7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
Kom loes oasriksrik oana soko sak palm, Ac titi lom an oana ungin fokin palm uh.
8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
Nga ac fanukya palm soko uh Ac filiya pouk ke fahko kac uh. Titi lom oana ungin grape uh sik, Ac momong lom uh keng oana foulin apple uh.
9 And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Ac oalum oana wain ma wo oemeet uh. Verse Lun Mutan Se Fin ouinge, lela wain uh in sororla nu yurin el su saok sik, Ac kahkla fin ngoasrol ac wihsel.
10 I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
Nga ma na lun el su nga lungse, ac el mwelyu na.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Fahsru, kom su saok sik. Lela kut in illa nu inimae Ac motullana we.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
Kut ac fah toang na tukakek ac som nu ke ima in grape, Ac liye lah elos mutawauk in kapak, Ac liye lah ros uh mutawauk in farengelik, Ac oayapa in liye lah sak pomegranate oasr ros kac. Na nga ac fah akkalemye lungse luk nu sum uh e we.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
Kom ac ku na in ngokak foul keng ke ros mandrake uh, Ac fokinsak wowo nukewa pa na oan sisken srungul in lohm uh. Ku na safla luk, nga elosak kain mwe insewowo nukewa nu sum.
