< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, —Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised me!
Utuu ati akka obboleessa koo kan harma haadha koo hodhee guddatee naa taatee! Ani yoon alatti si arge sin dhungadhan ture; namni tokko iyyuu na hin tuffatu.
2 I would have guided thee—brought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, —I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.
Anis si dura deemee mana haadha koo ishee na barsiifte sanaatti sin geessa ture. Akka ati dhugduufis daadhii wayinii kan miʼeeffame cuunfaa roomaanii koos siifin kenna ture.
3 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Harki isaa bitaa mataa koo jala jira; harki isaa mirgaa immoo na hammata.
4 I [HE] adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, —Why will ye wake, and why will ye arouse the dear love until she please!
Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
5 [THEY] Who is this, coming up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? [HE] Under the apple-tree, I roused thee, where thy mother, was in pain with thee, where she was in pain who gave thee birth!
Kan michuu isheetti irkattee gammoojjii keessaa ol dhufaa jirtu kun eenyu? Ishee Ani muka hudhaa jalatti sin kakaase; haati kee achitti si ulfoofte; achumattis ciniinsifattee si deesse.
6 [SHE] Set me as a seal, upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm, For, mighty as death, is love, Exacting as hades, is jealousy, —The flames thereof, are flames of fire, The flash of Yah! (Sheol h7585)
Akkuma chaappaatti laphee kee irra, akkuma chaappaatti irree kee irra na kaaʼadhu; jaalalli akkuma duʼaa jabduudhaatii; hinaaffaan isaas akkuma awwaalaa hamaa dha. Inni akkuma ibidda balaliʼuu, akkuma arraba ibidda jabaa bobaʼa. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters, cannot quench love, nor shall, floods, overwhelm it, —If a man would give all the substance of his house, for love, they would, utterly despise, him.
Bishaan baayʼeen jaalala dhaamsuu hin dandaʼu; lagnis dhiqee isa balleessuu hin dandaʼu. Namni tokko qabeenya mana isaa hunda yoo jaalalaaf kenne qabeenyi sun guutumaan guutuutti ni tuffatama.
8 [THEY] A sister, have we, a little one, and, breasts, hath she none, What shall we do for our sister, in the day when she may be spoken for?
Nu obboleettii xinnoo tokko qabna; isheen guntuta iyyuu hin baafne. Guyyaa isheen heerumaaf kadhatamtutti nu obboleettii keenyaaf maal goona?
9 If, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, —but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.
Utuu isheen dallaa dhagaa taatee nu silaa gamoo meetii ishee irratti ijaarra ture. Utuu isheen balbala taatee nu silaa birbirsaan ishee marsina.
10 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
Ani dallaa dhagaa ti; guntunni koos akkuma gamoo ti. Kanaafuu ani fuula isaa duratti akkuma nama nagaa fidu tokkootti nan ilaalaman ture.
11 A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers, —Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:
Solomoon Baʼaal Haamoon keessaa iddoo dhaabaa wayinii qaba ture; innis iddoo dhaabaa wayinii ofii isaa qottuuwwanitti kiraa kennate. Tokkoon tokkoon isaaniis ija argatan irraa meetii saqilii kuma tokko fiduufii qabu ture.
12 Mine own vineyard, is before me, —The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
Iddoon dhaabaa wayinii kootii, kanuma koo ti; yaa Solomoon, saqiliin kumni sun sumaaf; dhibbi lama immoo kan warra ija isaa eeganii ti.
13 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
Yaa ishee iddoo biqiltuu keessa jiraattu, michoonni sagalee kee dhaggeeffachaa jiru; mee anis nan dhagaʼa!
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
Yaa michuu ko, dafii kottu; akka kuruphee yookaan akka korma gadamsaa kan gaara urgooftuu irra burraaquu taʼi.

< Song of Solomon 8 >