Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Anian a nagpintas ti buya dagiti sakam kadagiti sandaliasmo, o anak a babai ti prinsipe! Maiyasping dagiti sukog ti patongmo kadagiti alahas, ti aramid dagiti ima iti nalaing a dumidisenio.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Maiyasping ti pusegmo iti nagbukel a malukong; sapay koma ta saan daytoy a maibusan iti nagampor nga arak. Maiyasping ti buksitmo iti napenpen a trigo a napalikawkawan kadagiti lirio.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Kasla iti dua nga urbon a karnero a singin iti korso dagiti dua a susom.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.
Maiyasping ti tengngedmo iti torre ti marfil; Dagiti matam ket kasla kadagiti dan-aw idiay Hesbon iti igid ti ruangan ti Bat-Rabbim. Maiyasping ti agongmo iti torre idiay Libano a tumantannawag idiay Damasco.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Kasla iti Carmelo ti ulom; ti buok iti ulom ket nalidem a lila. Nakayawan ti ari kadagiti sallapidna.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
Anian a nagpintas ken nagimnaska, ay-ayatek, kadagiti pagragsakam!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Ti tayagmo ket kasla iti kayo ti palma, ken dagiti susom ket kasla kadagiti raay ti bunga ti kayo.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Imbagak, “Kayatko nga ulien dayta a kayo ti palma; agkapetak kadagiti sangsangana.” Agbalin koma dagiti susom a kas kadagiti raay ti ubas, ken ti anges ti agongmo ket agbalin koma a kas kadagiti aprikot.
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Agbalin koma ti ngiwatmo a kas iti kaiimasan nga arak, nga in-inayad nga agay-ayus iti ay-ayatek, agay-ayus kadagiti bibig ken kadagiti ngipenta. Kasarsarita ti balasitang ti mangay-ayat kenkuana
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
Kukuanak ti ay-ayatek, ken tartarigagayannak.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Umayka, ay-ayatek, mapanta idiay away; umianta nga agpatpatnag kadagiti barbario.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
Agriingta a masapa tapno mapanta idiay kaubasan; kitaenta no nagrusingen dagiti puon ti ubas, no nagukraden dagiti sabongda, ken no agsabungen dagiti granada. Sadiay nga itedkonto ti ayatko kenka.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Agayamuom ti angot dagiti mandragoras; iti ridaw a paggigiananta ket adda dagiti amin a kita dagiti kasayaatan a bungbunga ti kayo, baro ken baak, nga indulinko para kenka, ay-ayatek.
