1 PLS Hava mon maidav ani atrim maidav kaudumanae, No tarau natman armasir utuv atade. Wan saisi tarau rafasadira. No hwid fadiri tarau miri, no anggur tarau miri susu tae tarau miri. Timin rigav gi fanenae ah mig mamje, mig manae yaitu manae arakede! BSB BSB: I have come to 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. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
2 PLS No kenef, manae dahaundef yah go finan!No hav roh deder aivat kukun ke, aivat kaiva gwanenae, no hauwah bohos, no kwayav,!Utud besumhwi no asemat idaid auwat.” BSB BSB: I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 PLS Nohof aiti nahadim yan ninae hankahmaika, noho fae ka sade nolo fae sofaf kinif todomade harekahane maiko nohofae ke hafae fade deude. BSB BSB: I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?
4 PLS Oiusoa ifas it tafkau nake sahafou, la gial noho hauwa ganginke bai hafa. BSB BSB: My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 PLS Noho fae favende bae kaifa gwadifine omsar ifar noho it saisi mos, daunas, giv ae noho it nirik noho farande kaifagoadifini mafinenae no omsou, ifraua no it banfade banfanda mama damar gof ririy nohof damar gan aifat esger. BSB BSB: I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
6 PLS Noho kaifa gwande noho go hauwa yah bohos, manae noho go hauwah ke esnae ke hainom noho! Hauwa bae manae ene ke noho fae nof gaiko manae noho kaudma fahaser noho yaho nua bade, manae goni yau do haser. BSB BSB: I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
7 PLS Ene rigaf noke kaudma fafaine ne arhami farasir one kota. Naha noke fotomha fine. Ke ene rigaf noho esos ke fa. BSB BSB: I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
8 PLS Noho anef ba nana bataf nyam bai Yerusalem urakem, go ene afatuv kauduma demake, eke esnae noke noho waidon one Atrim finan nake. BSB BSB: O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
9 PLS Hafa go ousou ifai kod farau etoh bae hai goni ayao ifas ba gone senefaran nake?Hafa go amsor ifar bae kodraf yaf urakem etoh bae kodrafyaf haser one mane sin bohos nigif omaedinid? BSB BSB: How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
10 PLS No atrim bohos der ke sepuluh rigav ke ba. BSB BSB: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 PLS Asem bae emas bohos kahane. Der bohos asmat faran bae aumha-aumha man bokon bae der mahafo kahane. BSB BSB: His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 PLS E kod bae kanyaf ah ani marke kahane, susu ah ke otake fofanae one fohat ke tafarane. BSB BSB: His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 PLS Go nefta nataman kahane ofae motake badfak gif fau aiyau tohad mores kohane bakung damar gan tinda-tinda masir ke. BSB BSB: His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 PLS E it bae Emas yafi kahane, tarsis kod-kod ani tafa ike. E mio bae manom mama Kehane Safir kod, grae kau fomha nae. BSB BSB: His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.
15 PLS Kinif bae kao tohad-kao tohat kahane, emas bohos ni kau fara neanl duv arkoh tae Libanon ke danama aras tohad kahane. BSB BSB: His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
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