Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Kayisibuhle bakho, sithandwa sami! Awu, ayisibuhle, bakithi! Amehlo akho embeswe liveli, angamajuba. Inwele zakho zinjengomhlambi wembuzi zisehla entabeni iGiliyadi.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Amazinyo akho anjengomhlambi wezimvu zisanda kugundwa, zivela geziswa yileyo ihamba laleyo efanana layo; kayikho ethe qekele yodwa.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Izindebe zakho zinjengozwezwe olubomvu; muhle umlomo wakho. Izihlathi zakho ezembeswe liveli lakho ezinjengephomegranathi elidatshulwe phakathi.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Intamo yakho injengomphotshongo wokulinda kaDavida, owakhiwa waba muhle kakhulu; kulengiswe kuwo amahawu ayinkulungwane, wonke angamahawu amaqhawe.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Amabele akho omabili anjengamazinyane amabili, njengamaphahla amazinyane empala adla utshani phakathi kwezimbali.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Nxa kusesemadabukakusa izithunzi zingakabaleki emuntwini, ngizakuya entabeni yemure laseqaqeni lwamakha amnandi.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Umuhle kakhulukazi, ntokazi yami; kakulanto engenhle kuwe.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Woza, mlobokazi wami, sisuke eLebhanoni, woza sisuke eLebhanoni. Yehla emaweni ase-Amana, wehle esiqongweni saseSeniri, isiqongo seHemoni, ezimbalwini zezingonyama lezintabeni okuhlala ingwe kuzo.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Uyithumbile inhliziyo yami, dadewethu, mlobokazi wami; uyithumbile inhliziyo yami ngokungithi jeqe ngamehlo akho, langengqongqo elilodwa lobuhlalu bakho.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Luthokozisa kanganani uthando lwakho, dadewethu, mlobokazi wami! Lumnandi kakhulu kulewayini, lephunga lamakha akho kulawo wonke amafutha!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Izindebe zakho ziconsa ubumnandi njengoluju, mlobokazi wami; uchago loluju kungaphansi kolimi lwakho. Iphunga lezivunulo zakho linjengeleLebhanoni.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Uyisivande esibiyelweyo, dadewethu, mlobokazi wami; ungumthombo obiyelweyo, lesiphethu esihuqelweyo sagcikwa.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Izilimo zakho ziyisivande samaphomegranathi alezithelo ezinhle zilehena lenadi,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
inadi lesafuroni, ikhalamu lesinamoni, lemihlobo yonke yezihlahla zempepha, imure lenhlaba lazozonke iziyoliso zekhethelo.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Uyisiphethu sesivandeni, umthombo ogeleza amanzi ugeleza usehla eLebhanoni.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Vuka moya wenyakatho, woza moya weningizimu! Phephetha esivandeni sami, ukuze amakha aso agcwale indawo yonke. Akuthi isithandwa sami size esivandeni saso sikholise izithelo zaso zekhethelo.
