Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Na kho te hlangcong canu kah khokhom neh sawtthen tangkik. Na phai dongkah phaibong khaw kutthai kut kah bibi neh himbai bangla om.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Na yenrhui te kueluek baeldung bangla homtui long khaw vaitah pawh. Na bungko te khaw tuilipai loh cang hlom neh a ven.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi van pawn ni.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Na rhawn tah rhaltoeng vueino van pawn ni. Na mik tah Bathrabbim vongka kah Heshbon tuibuem van pawn ni. Na hnarhong tah Damasku rhaldan aka tawt Lebanon rhaltoengim van pawn ni.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.
Na sokah na lu tah Karmel tlang van pawn ni. Na lu samloeng tah manghai sammuei, daidi samdueng van pawn ni.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Lungnah, omthenbawnnah neh sawtthen tangkik tih hmae tangkik.
7 This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Na sang loh rhophoe a puet tih na rhangsuk loh thaihsu coeng he.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples;
“Rhophoe dongah ka yoeng saeh lamtah a koi te ka hlan eh?,’ ka ti. Na rhangsuk tah misur thaihsu bangla om laeh saeh. Na hnarhong hmueih tah thaihthawn van pawn ni.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Na ka tah misurtui then van pawn ni. Kamah hlo taengah caeh vaengah no neh lai khaw vanat la khuep uh.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Kamah he kamah hlo kah coeng tih a lungdueknah tah kamah ham saeh.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Kamah hlo aw halo lamtah pong la cet lah sih, vangca ah khaw rhaeh mai sih.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Thoo sih, misurdum te so sih. Misur khaw a cuen khaming, thaihmoe loh culh tih tale khaw khooi coeng. Teah te kamah hlo te nang taengah kam pae eh.
13 The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Hloih he a bo rhim. Tedae mah kah thohka ah cangtham he a rhuem a thai la cungkuem tih ka hlo nang ham ka khoem.
