< 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.
Tarigagayak a kaslaka la koma iti kabsatko a lalaki, a nagsuso kenni inangko. Ket no masabatka iti ruar, mabalinka nga agkan, ket awan ti siasinoman ti manguyaw kaniak.
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.
Idalanka ket iyegka iti balay ni inangko, ket suroannak. Ikkanka iti natimplan nga arak ken sangkabassit a tubbog ti bunga ti granadak. Kasarsarita ti balasang ti bagina.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Ig-iggaman ti makannigid nga imana ti ulok; ar-arakupennak ti makannawan nga imana. Kasarsarita ti babai dagiti dadduma a babbai
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Kayatko nga agkarikayo, annak a babbai dagiti tattao ti Jerusalem, a saanyo a singsingaen ti panagkakaiddami agingga a malpas daytoy. Agsarsarita dagiti babbai ti Jerusalem
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.
Siasino daytoy a sumangsang-at a naggapu idiay let-ang, nga agsadsadag iti ay-ayatenna? Kasarsarita ti balasang ti ay-ayatenna Riniingka iti sirok ti kayo nga aprikot; insikognaka sadiay ni inangmo; sadiay ti nangipasngayanna kenka, inyanaknaka.
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)
Isaadnak a kas tanda iti pusom, a kas tanda iti takkiagmo, ta iti ayat ket napigsa a kas iti patay. Ti imon ket naranggas a kas iti sheol; agkayamkam ti apuyna; maysa daytoy a gumilgil-ayab nga apuy, apuy a napudpudot ngem ti dadduma pay nga apuy. (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.
Saan a kabaelan a sebseban ti agsabua-sabuag a dalluyon ti ayat, saan a kabaelan uray ti layus nga iyanud daytoy. No ited ti maysa a lalaki ti amin a sanikua nga adda iti balayna para iti ayat, maumsinto a naan-anay ti sagutna. Agsasarita dagiti kabsat a lalaki ti babai
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?
Adda kabsatmi nga ubing a babai, ken saan pay a nagpammukel. Ania ti aramidenmi para iti kabsatmi a babai iti aldaw a maikarinto isuna a maiyasawa?
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.
No isuna ket maysa a pader, agpatakderkami iti maysa a torre a pirak para kenkuana. No isuna ket maysa a ridaw, pakalupkopanminto isuna kadagiti tabla a sedro. Kasarsarita ti balasang ti bagina
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
Maysaak a pader, ngem dagitoy susok ket kasla torre a pagkamangan; isu a naan-anayakon a nataengan iti imatangna. Kasarsarita ti balasang ti bagina
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.
Adda kaubasan ni Solomon idiay Baal-hamon; impaabangna ti kaubasan kadagiti mangtaripato iti daytoy. Mangted ti tunggal maysa iti sangaribu a siklo ti pirak para kadagiti bungana.
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.
Kukuak ti kaubasak; kukuam ti sangaribo a siklo, o dungdungoek a Solomon, ken ti duagasut a siklo ket para kadagiti mangtartaripato iti ditoy para iti bungana. Makisarsarita iti babai ti mangay-ayat kenkuana
13 Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.
Sika nga agnanaed kadagiti minuyongan, dumdumngeg iti timekmo dagiti kakaduak; Ipangngegmo met koma kaniak daytoy. Kasarsarita ti balasang ti mangay-ayat kenkuana
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Apuraem, ay-ayatek, ket agbalinka a kas iti korso wenno urbon a kalakian nga ugsa kadagiti banbantay dagiti rekado a pangpabanglo.

< Song of Solomon 8 >