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.
Ho ni-soa naho ni-rahalahiko irehe, i ninono am-patroan-drenekoy! Ie amy zay, naho nitendrek’ ama’o alafe’e ao iraho vaho nañorok’ azo, le tsy ho nifosae’ ondatio.
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.
Ho nikozozoteko mb’añ’ anjomban- dreneko mb’eo, mb’amy nañoke ahikoy. ho nampinomeko divay mandrove, naho ty ron-draketako.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Iondana’ ty lohako ty fità’e havia, vaho mañohoñ’ ahy ty fità’e havana.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Afantoko ama’ areo, ry anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo; ko mampitsekake fikokoañe am-para’ te irie’e.
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.
Ia o mionjomb’etoy misazok’ amy fikokoa’eio? Nampivañoneko ambane’ i takokoy irehe; amy nampitsongoa’o i rene’o; teo ty nitsongoa’ i nahatoly azoy.
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)
Apetaho hoe voli-fitomboke añ’arofo’o ao iraho, hoe alama am-pità’o eo; fa mira ami’ty haozaran-kavilasy ty fikokoañe, manahake ty hagàñe i tsikeokeokey ty famarahiañe; misolebotse o lel’afo’eo, toe lel’afo milebaleba. (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.
Rano tsifotofoto tsy mahasaoke ty fikokoañe; naho tsy mahaopo aze ty fisorotombahañe; ie hatolo’ t’indaty ze hene vara añ’anjomba’e ao hahazoa’e fikokoañe, le ho vata’e onjirañe.
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?
Manan-jay ampela zahay f’ie mbe tomoe-nono, hanoe’ay akore i zai’aiy amy andro fifofoañe azey?
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.
Naho kijoly re le handranjia’ay fitilik’abo volafoty; ie lalambey, le harikatoha’ay varamba-mendoraveñe.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
Kijoly iraho, hoe fitilik’abo o nonokoo; hoe t’ie minday fañanintsiñe am-pihaino.
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.
Nanan-tondam-bahe e Baale-Kamone ao t’i Selomò; nafondro’e ama’ ondaty. Songa mañondroke volafoty arivo ama’e ty amo voka’eo.
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.
Aoloko eo i tanem-bahekoy, azo ry Selomò i arivoy, roan-jato ty a o mpañalahala i voka’eio.
13 Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.
O ry mpimoneñe an-goloboñe ao, te hijanjiñe ty fiarañanaña’o o mpiamakoo, ehe ampitsanoño ahy!
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Mipitsiha ry kokoakoo, manahake o fanalokeo naho o farasy ambone vohitse iregoregoan-kafirio.
