Song of Solomon 5

1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly 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 sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.

‌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 put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile 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 put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

Naʻe ʻai mai ʻae nima ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he kātupa, pea naʻe ngaue hoku loto kiate ia.

5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.

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 the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.

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 keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil 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, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish 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 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured 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, chosen out of thousands.

‌ʻOku hinehina mo nganongano ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko e fungani toulekeleka ia ʻi ha toko mano.

11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, 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 as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.

‌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 as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice 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 turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set 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 as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, 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 throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye 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.