Song 5
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Asang Khongca Bible (Eastern Khumi Chin, 2019)
1I 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.
1Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, kaimah ih takha thungah kang zoh boeh; Kaimah ih myrrh hoi hmuihoih to ka sinh; kaimah ih khoitui hoi khoiphae to ka caak boeh; kaimah ih misurtui hoi tahnutui to ka naek boeh; Aw ampuinawk, caa oh loe, nae oh; ue, Aw ka tlangai, kamhah ah nae ah.
2I 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.”
2Kai loe ka iih, toe ka palung loe hak; ka tlangai ih lok mah thok to takhuek khing; ka tanuh, ka tlangai, kai ih pahuu, coek koi om ai, kai hanah thok to na paong pae ah; ka lu loe dantui hoiah suih moe, ka sam doeh aqum ih tamai tui hoiah ka suih boih boeh, tiah ang naa.
3I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
3Khukbuen to kang khring boeh, kawbangmaw kang khuk let han? Khok doeh ka pasaeh boeh, kawbangmaw kam hnongsak let han?
4My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
4Ka tlangai mah thokbuem hoiah a ban to payangh; anih nuiah palung ka nat.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
5Ka tlangai thok paongh pae hanah kang thawk; ka ban hoiah myrrh tui to ca moe, hmuihoih myrrth tui loe ka banpazung hoiah thok takraenghaih ahmuen khoek to long tathuk.
6I 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.
6Ka tlangai han thok ka paongh pae, toe ka tlangai loe om ai, caeh ving boeh; a lok ka tahngaih moe, ka tlangai to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai boeh; a thuih ih lok mah kai palung ang phosak; anih to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai; ka kawk cadoeh na pathim ai boeh.
7I 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.
7Vangpui takui misatoep kaminawk mah kai ang hnuk o naah, ang boh o moe, nganbawh kana ang paek o; sipae toepkungnawk mah ka mikhmai khukhaih kahni to ang lak pae o ving.
8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
8Aw Jerusalem canunawk, ka tlangai to na hnuk o nahaeloe, nang poek loiah ka zaisut boeh, tiah thuih pae hanah, lok kang thuih o.
9How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
9Aw nang loe nongpatanawk boih thungah kranghoih koek ah na oh, na tlangai loe tipongah minawk pongah kranghoih kue loe? Kaicae khaeah nang thuih ih lok baktih toengah, tipongah maw na tlangai loe minawk pongah krang a hoih kue?
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
10Ka tlangai loe ngan to dawk moe, ngan doeh amling hup, anih loe kami sang hato thungah ahmin amthang koek.
11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
11Anih ih lu loe kaciim suitui baktih, a sam loe thah moe, pangaah baktiah amnum.
12His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
12Anih ih mik loe tahnutui hoiah kalong vapui ah tui kamhluh, pahuu hnik baktiah oh.
13His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
13Anih ih tangbaeng loe hmuihoih tui kamsong iihkhun hoi hmuihoih apawk baktiah oh; anih ih pahni loe myrrh hmuihoih tui hoiah bawh ih lili pawk baktiah oh.
14His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
14Anih ih ban loe beryl thlung hoi sak ih sui bantuek baktiah oh, a takpum loe atho kaom thlung kathim sapphire hoi pathoep het ih tasaino baktiah oh.
15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
15A khoknawk loe kaciim suitui pongah pahungh ih, thlung kanglung tung baktiah oh; a krang loe Lebanon baktih, kahoih koek sidar thing baktiah oh.
16His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16Anih ih pakha loe luep; ue, anih loe palung han koiah oh. Aw Jerusalem canunawk, anih loe ka tlangai hoi kam pui ah oh.
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