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O babayi nga dungganon, daw ano katahom sang imo mga tiil nga may sandalyas. Maayo gid ang korte sang imo mga paa. Daw pareho ini sa mga alahas nga ginhimo sang hanas nga manug-obra. Ang imo pusod daw pareho sa kupa nga wala nagakawad-an sang manamit nga bino. Ang imo hawak daw pareho sa binugkos nga trigo nga napalibutan sang mga liryo. Ang imo mga titi daw pareho sa kapid nga tinday sang usa. Ang imo liog daw pareho sa tore nga hinimo halin sa mga bangkil sang elepante. Ang imo mga mata daw pareho katin-aw sa palaligusan sang Heshbon, sa may puwertahan sang Bat Rabim. Ang imo ilong daw pareho katahom sa tore sang Lebanon nga nagaatubang sa Damascus. Ang imo ulo daw pareho katahom sa Bukid sang Carmel. Ang imo buhok daw pareho kahining sa harianon nga panapton. Nabihag ang hari sa katahom sini.

Daw ano katahom sa imo, palangga ko, daw ano ka kamakawiwili. Ang imo tindog daw pareho sa kahoy nga palma, kag ang imo mga titi daw pareho sa pinungpong nga bunga sini. Nagsiling ako, “Masaka ako sa palma kag magauyat sa iya mga bunga.” O, ang imo mga titi daw pareho sa pinungpong nga ubas kag ang kahamot sang imo ginhawa daw pareho sa mansanas. Ang imo halok pareho katam-is sa pinakamaayo nga bino. Ini nga bino nagailig sing hinay-hinay sa mga bibig kag ngipon sang akon hinigugma.

Babayi

10 Iya ako sang akon hinigugma kag ako lang ang iya ginahandom. 11 Dali, palangga ko, makadto kita sa uma, kag didto kita matulog sa may mga bulak nga henna.[a] 12 Aga pa kita mabangon kag tan-awon ta kon nagapamukol kag nagapamukadkad na ang ubas. Tan-awon ta man kon nagapamulak na ang pomegranata. Kag didto ipabatyag ko sa imo ang akon gugma. 13 Mapanimahuan ang kahamot sang tanom nga mandragora, kag malapit sa aton puwertahan ara ang tanan nga maayo nga mga prutas, ang daan kag ang bag-o. Kay gintigana ko ini sa imo, palangga ko.

Footnotes

  1. 7:11 may mga bulak nga henna: ukon, mga baryo.

[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts(B) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.(C)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon(D)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon(E)
    looking toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(F)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful(G) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!(H)
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(I) like clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,(J)
    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

May the wine go straight to my beloved,(K)
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[b]
10 I belong to my beloved,
    and his desire(L) is for me.(M)
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside,
    let us spend the night in the villages.[c]
12 Let us go early to the vineyards(N)
    to see if the vines have budded,(O)
if their blossoms(P) have opened,
    and if the pomegranates(Q) are in bloom(R)
    there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes(S) send out their fragrance,
    and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
    that I have stored up for you, my beloved.(T)

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:1 In Hebrew texts 7:1-13 is numbered 7:2-14.
  2. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers
  3. Song of Songs 7:11 Or the henna bushes

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 cunning workman.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

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.

10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.