¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

¹At xsum cuâm, lâin nacatinra. Lâin xin-oc saß lix naßaj li cuacuîmk. Yôquin chixsicßbal li mirra ut li sununquil ban. Yôquin chixloubal li xyaßal cab ut yôquin chirucßbal li vino ut li leche. Cuaßinkex, ex kas kîtzßin, ut ucßankex, lâex li nequexkara. Tzacahomak li joß qßuial têraj.

²I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

²Usta yôquin chi cuârc, abanan quicuabi nak li cuînk li ninra yô chixtßochbal li puerta. Quixye cue: —At, inrarôquil ixakil, te li puerta. At xsum cuâm, lâat chanchanat jun li mucuy xban nak mâcßaß âpaltil. Xtßaka li cuismal xban li xchußque ut yô chi tßuluc xyaßal.—

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

³Ut lâin quinye re: —Ac xcuisi li cuakß chicuix. ¿Cßaßut nak tincuocsi cuißchic? Ac xinchßaj li cuok. Incßaß naru tintzßajni cuißchic.—

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁴Li cuînk li ninra quixchßic chak li rukß saß xhopolal li puerta re nak tixte. Ut cßajoß nak quiyotßeß inchßôl.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁵Lâin quincuacli re nak tincuocsi li cuînk li ninra. Nak quicuisi lix tzßapbal li puerta, li mirra quitzukuc chiru li cuukß.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁶Xinte li puerta re nak tincuocsi li cuînk li ninra. Abanan mâ ani chic. Ac xcô. Xyotßeß raj chic inchßôl chirix nak xinrâtina. Lâin quin-oc chixsicßbal. Quinbok, abanan incßaß quichakßoc.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁷Eb li cuînk li yôqueb chi cßacßalênc re li tenamit quineßxtau. Quineßxsacß ut quineßxtacuasi. Eb li cuînk li yôqueb chi cßacßalênc re li oquebâl re li tenamit queßxmakß chicuu lin tßicr li nintzßap cuiß li cuu.

⁸I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁸Ex tukß ix aj Jerusalén, nintzßâma jun usilal chêru. Cui têril ru li cuînk li ninra, yehomak re nak tincuaj ru râtinanquil.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

⁹Lâat li chßinaßusat saß xyânkeb chixjunileb li ixk. ¿Ma kßaxal châbil li cuînk li nacara chiruheb li jun chßôl chic? ¿Ma kßaxal châbil ta biß li cuînk li nacara lâat nak nacaye ke nak takabânu aßin?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹⁰Li cuînk li ninra, aßan sak xtibel ut cßajoß xchakßal ru. Caßaj cuiß aßan li mas châbil saß xyânkeb lajêb mil chi cuînk.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹¹Lix jolom chanchan li châbil oro. Li rismal coloch ut nalemtzßun ut lix kßekal chanchan xkßekal rix li tzßok.

¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹²Cßajoß xchßinaßusal saß li xnakß ru. Saß xnaßaj tzßakal cuanqueb. Chanchan li paloma chire li nimaß ut chanchan chßajbil saß leche.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

¹³Cßajoß xchßinaßusal lix co re. Chanchan xnaßaj li sununquil ban ut li utzßußuj. Lix tzßûmal re chanchaneb li utzßußuj azucena nak tßaktßak riqßuin li sununquil mirra.

¹⁴His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁴Cßajoß xchßinaßusal li rukß. Chanchan li matkßab oro yîbanbil riqßuin li châbil pec topacio. Ut li ru xsaß chanchan li châbil marfil qßuebil xsahob ru riqßuin li châbil pec zafiro.

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁵Li raß chanchan li okech yîbanbil riqßuin mármol xakabanbil saß châbil oro. Li cuînk li ninra, chßinaßus rilbal. Chanchan xchßinaßusal li naßajej Líbano. Sicßbil ru joß li cheß chacalteß.Kßaxal kßun naâtinac. Cßajoß xchâbilal li cuînk aßan. Aßan lin bêlom, li ninra, ex tukß ix aj Jerusalén.

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶Kßaxal kßun naâtinac. Cßajoß xchâbilal li cuînk aßan. Aßan lin bêlom, li ninra, ex tukß ix aj Jerusalén.