Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.
Naarĩ korwo no ũtuĩke ta mũrũ wa maitũ, ũrĩa wongire nyondo cia maitũ! Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ingĩgũtũnga nja, ndaakũmumunya, na gũtirĩ mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ ũngĩĩmena.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Ingĩgũtongoria, ngũtware nyũmba ya maitũ, ũcio wandutire maũndũ. Ingĩkũhe ndibei ĩrĩa njamithie wega ũnyue, o yo ngogoyo ya mĩkomamanga yakwa.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Guoko gwake kwa ũmotho akũigĩte rungu rwa mũtwe wakwa, nakuo guoko gwake kwa ũrĩo gũkaahĩmbĩria.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Inyuĩ aarĩ a Jerusalemu, ndamwĩhĩtithia atĩrĩ: Mũtikoimbuthũre wendo o na kana mũwarahũre, o nginya wĩrirĩrie kwarahũka guo mwene.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.
Nũũ ũyũ ũroka ambatĩte oimĩte werũ-inĩ, etiiranĩtie na mwendwa wake? Mwendwa Rungu-inĩ rwa mũtĩ wa matunda nĩho ndakwarahũrire ũrĩ toro; hau nĩho nyũkwa aagĩĩrĩire nda yaku, o hau nĩho ũcio warĩ na ruo rwa kũrũmwo aagũciarĩire.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
Njĩkĩra ta mũhũũri ngoro-inĩ yaku, ũũhũũre ta mũhũũri guoko-inĩ gwaku; amu wendo ũrĩ hinya o ta gĩkuũ, ũiru waguo ũmĩtie ngoro o ta mbĩrĩra. Ũcinaga o ta mwaki ũrakana, na o ta rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũnene mũno rwa Jehova. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Maaĩ maingĩ matingĩhota kũhoria wendo; njũũĩ itingĩhota kũũthereria. Korwo mũndũ no aheane ũtonga wothe wa nyũmba yake nĩ ũndũ wa wendo-rĩ, no kũnyũrũrio ũngĩnyũrũrio o biũ.
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?
Nĩtũrĩ na kairĩtu ka maitũ, nako gatiumĩtie nyondo. Tũgeka atĩa nĩ ũndũ wa kairĩtu kau gaitũ, mũthenya ũrĩa gagaatuĩka ga kũũrio?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Korwo nĩ rũthingo-rĩ, tũngĩaka mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ ya betha igũrũ rĩako. Korwo nĩ mũrango-rĩ, tũngĩkahingĩrĩria na mbaũ cia mũtarakwa.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
Niĩ ndĩ rũthingo, nacio nyondo ciakwa ihaana ta mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio maitho-inĩ make-rĩ, nduĩkĩte o ta mũndũ ũtũmaga aiganĩre.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Solomoni aarĩ na mũgũnda wa mĩthabibũ kũu Baali-Hamoni; mũgũnda ũcio wa mĩthabibũ akĩũkomborithia kũrĩ akombori. O mũndũ aarĩ arehage cekeri 1,000 cia betha nĩ ũndũ wa maciaro maguo.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.
No mũgũnda wakwa wa mĩthabibũ nĩ wakwa o niĩ nyiki; cekeri icio 1,000 nĩ ciaku wee Solomoni; nacio cekeri 200 nĩ cia arĩa marĩmagĩra maciaro maguo.
13 Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.
Atĩrĩrĩ, wee ũikaraga mĩgũnda-inĩ hamwe na arata a thiritũ yaku, reke o na niĩ njigue mũgambo waku.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Umagara na ihenya mwendwa wakwa, ũtuĩke ta thiiya, kana ta thwariga nyanake ĩrĩ irĩma-inĩ iria ĩrĩ mahuti manungi wega.
