Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
Endrey! mahate-hijery ny famindran’ ny tongotrao mikiraro, ry zazavavy zanak’ andriana! Dia tahaka ny firavaka ny amboam-penao, nataon’ ny tanan’ ny mahay zavatra.
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
Ny foitrao dia tahaka ny tomaboha kivorivory; Tsy ho diso divay noharoharoan-java-manitra anie izy! Ny kibonao dia tahaka ny vary tritika voatoby sady voaravaka lilia manodidina.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambo ivory; Ny masonao dia tahaka ny kamory any Hesbona, dia eo am-bavahadin’ ny tanàna be olona; Ny oronao dia tahaka ny tilikambo any Libanona, izay manandrify an’ i Damaskosy.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Ny lohanao dia tahaka an’ i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan’ ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin’ izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.
8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
Hoy izaho: Hananika ny rofia aho ka handray ny rantsany; Ary aoka ny nononao ho toy ny sampahom-boaloboka amiko, ary ny fofonainao ho tahaka ny an’ ny poma,
9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
Ny vavanao dia toy ny divay tsara, eny, divay mikorotsaka mora eo an-tendan’ ny malalako sady miditra misononoka amin’ ny molotry ny matory.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
An’ ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.
12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
Dia aoka hifoha maraina koa ho any an-tanim-boaloboka isika; Aoka hizahantsika raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka, sy mivelatra ny voniny, ary mamony ny ampongabendanitra any no hanehoako ny fitiavako anao.
13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
Mamerovero tsara ny dodaima, sady ao am-bavahadintsika misy voankazo tsara samy hafa, na ny vao na ny ela: Efa notehiriziko ho anao izany, ry malalako.
