Song of Solomon 8
1 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.
Poukisa se pa t' frè m' ou te ye, frè ki tete menm manman avè m'? Lè m' ta kontre avè ou nan lari, m' ta gen dwa bo ou, pesonn pa ta wè mal nan sa.
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
Mwen ta mennen ou lakay manman m', mwen ta fè ou antre. Ou ta moutre m' sa pou m' fè. M' ta ba ou diven melanje ak fèy santi bon ak ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
Nou menm medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bare you.
Kilès sa a k'ap vin sot nan dezè a? Kilès sa a ki apiye sou bra mennaj li konsa? Anba pye ponm lan, mwen leve ou nan dòmi. Se la ou te fèt. Se la manman ou te fè ou wè solèy.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
Pa renmen lòt moun pase mwen ase! Kenbe m' fò nan bra ou! renmen tankou lanmò. Lè ou renmen yon moun tout bon, se mouri w'ap mouri pou li. renmen met dife nan tout kò ou. Dife sa a se nan Bondye li soti. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
Pa gen dlo ki ka touye l'. Pa gen larivyè ki ka tenyen l'. Yon moun te mèt ofri tout richès lakay li pou l' ta achte renmen, pesonn pa ta okipe l'.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Nou gen yon ti sè, li poko menm pouse tete. Kisa pou nou fè pou li si yon jenn gason vin ap file l'?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Si se yon miray li ye, n'a bati yon gwo fò won an ajan sou li. Si se yon pòt li ye, n'a fèmen l' ak batan sèd, n'a kouvri l' ak panno bwa sèd.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Se yon miray ranpa mwen ye. Tete m' tankou de fò. Se poutèt sa, nan je mennaj mwen, m' se yon fanm ki jwenn bonè m'.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Salomon te gen yon jaden rezen yon kote yo rele Baal-Amon. Li bay kèk moun okipe l' pou li. Lè rekòt, yo chak pou te ba li mil (1.000) pyès ajan.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Mwen gen jaden rezen pa m' m'ap okipe. Salomon, ou mèt kenbe mil (1.000) pyès ajan pa ou yo ak desan (200) pyès ajan pou moun k'ap veye rekòt la.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear it.
Zanmi kanmarad ap pare zòrèy pou tande ou. Fè m' tande vwa ou non, ou menm ki rete nan jaden yo!
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Kouri non, mennaj mwen! Kouri tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit sou mòn ki gen bon sant yo!
