< Song of Solomon 5 >

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
‌ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi, kuo u haʻu ki heʻeku ngoue: kuo u tānaki ʻa ʻeku mula, mo ʻeku kakala; kuo u kai ʻa ʻeku hone pea mo hono ngeʻesi; kuo u inu ʻi heʻeku uaine mo ʻeku huʻahuhu: ʻE hoku kāinga, ke tau kai, pea inu, ʻio, ke inu lahi ʻakimoutolu ʻoku ou ʻofa ai.
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
‌ʻOku ou mohe, ka ʻoku ʻā hoku loto: ko e leʻo ia ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻoku ne tukituki, ʻo ne pehē, “ʻE hoku tuofefine, mo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko ʻeku lupe, ko ʻeku haohaoa, toʻo kiate au: he kuo pito hoku ʻulu ʻi he hahau, mo hoku louʻulu ʻi he viviku ʻoe poʻuli.
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
Kuo u toʻo hoku kofutuʻa; pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻai ia? Kuo u fufulu hoku vaʻe, pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻuliʻi ia?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Naʻe ʻai mai ʻae nima ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he kātupa, pea naʻe ngaue hoku loto kiate ia.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ne u tuʻu hake ke toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; pea naʻe toʻi mei hoku nima ʻae mula, pea mei hoku louhiʻi nima ʻae mula namu lelei, pea tafe hifo ia ki he toʻoʻanga matapā.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
Naʻaku toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; ka kuo tafoki atu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻo ne ʻalu: naʻe vaivai ʻa hoku loto ʻi heʻene lea mai: ne u kumi kiate ia, ka naʻe ʻikai te u maʻu ia; ne u ui ki ai, ka naʻe ʻikai te ne tali au.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Pea naʻe ʻiloʻi au ʻe he kau leʻo naʻe feʻaluʻaki ʻi he kolo, ʻonau taaʻi au, pea u lavea ai; pea naʻe toʻo ʻa hoku pūlou ʻe he kau leʻohi ʻoe ʻā.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
‌ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema, ʻoku ou fekau kiate kimoutolu, ʻoka mou ka ʻilo ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ke mou tala ki ai ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
Ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, ʻa koe ʻoku fungani hoihoifua ʻi he kakai fefine? ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, koeʻuhi kuo ke fekau pehē ai kiate kimautolu.
10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
‌ʻOku hinehina mo nganongano ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko e fungani toulekeleka ia ʻi ha toko mano.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
‌ʻOku tatau mo e fungani koula lelei ʻa hono ʻulu, ʻoku fafatu hono louʻulu, pea ʻuliʻuli ʻo hangē ko e leveni.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
‌ʻOku lelei ʻae ʻaiʻanga ʻo hono kanoʻi mata, pea ʻoku hangē ko e mata ʻoe lupe ʻi he veʻe vaitafe kuo fufulu ʻaki ʻae huʻahuhu.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
‌ʻOku tatau hono kouʻahe mo e tokanga ngoue ʻoe ngaahi kakala; ʻo hangē ko e ngaahi matalaʻi kakala: ʻoku hangē ko e lile ʻa hono loungutu, ʻoku toʻi mei ai ʻae mula namu kakala.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
‌ʻOku tatau hono nima mo e ngaahi mama koula kuo ʻai ki ai ʻae pelili, mo hono sino ʻoku hangē ko e lei ngingila kuo ʻaofi ʻaki ʻae safaia.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
‌ʻOku tatau hono vaʻe mo e pou maka lelei, kuo fokotuʻu ki he tuʻunga koula: ʻoku hangē ko Lepanoni ʻa hono fofonga, ʻo tatau mo e ngaahi sita ʻa hono lelei.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
‌ʻOku melie lahi hono ngutu: ʻio, ʻoku toulekeleka kotoa pē ia. Ko hoku ʻofaʻanga eni, pea ko hoku kāinga ia, ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema.

< Song of Solomon 5 >