¹I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

¹Lâin chanchanin li rosa re Sarón. Ut chanchanin li azucena li cuan saß li ru takßa.

²As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

²Li ixk li ninra, aßan li kßaxal chßinaßus chiruheb chixjunileb li tukß ix. Chanchan jun li utzßußuj saß xyânkeb li qßuix.

³As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

³Li cuînk li ninra, aßan li kßaxal lokß chiruheb chixjunileb li chßajom. Chanchan lix cheßel li manzano saß xyânkeb li qßuila pây ru chi cheß. Nacuulac chicuu hilânc saß xmu li rukß. Ut cßajoß xsahil nak ninlou li ru.

⁴He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

⁴Li cuînk quinixcßam saß lix ninkße. Ut quixqßue lix bandera saß inbên re xcßutbal nak niquinixra.

⁵Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

⁵Qßuehomak chak inchaki uvas. Qßuehomak chak inmansana re nak tâcßulûnk inchßôl. Nacuecßa nak câmc cue xban nak kßaxal nacuaj ru li cuînk aßin.

⁶His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

⁶Tixqßue taxak lix tzße ukß rubel lin jolom ut riqßuin lix nim ukß tinixkßalu.

⁷I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁷Ex tukß ix aj Jerusalén, saß xcßabaßeb li quej ut li yuc li nequeßcuan saß qßuicheß, nintzßâma chêru nak incßaß têrajsi ru li ixk li ninra. Checanab ban chi cuârc joß najtil târaj.

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁸Nacuabi xyâb xcux li cuînk li ninra. Yô chak chi châlc. Yô chak chi âlinac saß eb li tzûl ut saß xbên bol re nak tâchâlk cuiqßuin saß junpât.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

⁹Li cuînk li ninra, aßan chanchan jun li quej. Chanchan jun li yuc. Xakxo chiru li tzßac ut yô chak chi iloc saß li ventana. Yô chak chi chßûquînc.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁰Li cuînk li ninra quiâtinac cuiqßuin ut quixye cue: —Cuaclin. Quim cuiqßuin. Kßaxal nacatinra. Cßajoß âchßinaßusal.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹¹Ac xnumeß li habalkße. Incßaß chic tixqßue li hab.

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

¹²Li utzßußuj xeßoc chi puqßuecß saß qßuicheß. Ac xcuulac xkßehil li bichânc. Yôqueb chi bichânc li mucuy xban xsahil xchßôleb.

¹³The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹³Ac xeßoc chi ûchînc li cheß higo. Ut cßajoß xsununquil li ratzßum li uvas. Cuaclin, at ixk. Kßaxal nacatinra ut cßajoß lâ chßinaßusal. Quim cuiqßuin.

¹⁴O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁴Lâat chanchanat jun li mucuy li naxmuk rib saß eb li sakônac ut saß eb li naßajej chßaßaj xtaubal. Chinâcanab chirilbal lâ cuu. Chinâcanab chirabinquil lix yâb lâ cux. Cßajoß xchßinaßusal lâ cuu. Ut cßajoß nak nacuulac chicuu rabinquil xyâb lâ cux.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁵Mêqßueheb xlesêns li nequeßajoc xpoßbal ru li karahom. Eb aßan chanchaneb li cocß yac li nequeßxpoß li acuîmk uvas li yôqueb chi ûchînc.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁶Li cuînk li ninra, aßan cue lâin ut lâin rehin aßan. Aßan naxberesiheb lix quetômk saß xyânkeb li utzßußuj.Nak yô chi numecß li kßojyîn ut nak yô chi sakêuc, tatchâlk cuiqßuin, lâat li rarôcat inban. Chanchanakat li quej ut li yuc li nequeßcuan saß li tzûl Beter.

¹⁷Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁷Nak yô chi numecß li kßojyîn ut nak yô chi sakêuc, tatchâlk cuiqßuin, lâat li rarôcat inban. Chanchanakat li quej ut li yuc li nequeßcuan saß li tzûl Beter.