Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
O, a sịkwarị na ị bụ nwanne m nwoke; nke otu nne mụrụ mụ na ya m gaara esutu gị ọnụ mgbe anyị zutere nʼokporoụzọ ma ọ dịkwaghị onye ọbụla ga-eleda m anya.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Agaara m akpọrọ gị baa nʼụlọ nne m, ka ị nọdụ nʼebe ahụ, nʼụlọ onye ziri m ihe. Agaara m enye gị mmanya e tinyere ihe na-esi isi ụtọ, mmanya ụtọ nke pomegranet.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Aka ekpe ya dị nʼokpuru isi m, aka nri ya na-ejikụ m.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, ana m agba unu iyi, unu agaghị akpọte maọbụ mee ka ịhụnanya teta tupu ruo mgbe ọ masịrị ya.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
Onye bụ onye a si nʼọzara na-abịa, onye na-adabere nʼahụ onye ọ hụrụ nʼanya. Onye a hụrụ nʼanya Nʼokpuru osisi apụl ka m kpọtere gị; nʼebe ahụ ka nne gị tụrụ ime gị; nʼebe ahụ ka ọ nọ mụọ gị.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol (Sheol h7585). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.
Tụkwasị m dịka mgbaaka ihe a kara nʼobi, dịka mgbaaka ihe a kara nʼaka gị nʼihi na ịhụnanya dị ike dịka ọnwụ, ekworo ya dịkwa ike dịka ala mmụọ. Ọ na-enwupụtakwa dịka ọkụ na-ere ere, dịka ọkụ nke dị ukwu. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Ọtụtụ mmiri apụghị imenyụ ịhụnanya, osimiri niile enwekwaghị ike iri ya. Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ga-enye akụ niile nke ụlọ ya nʼihi ịhụnanya, a ga-eleda ya anya nke ukwuu.
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
Anyị nwekwara otu nwanne nwanyị nta ma ọ kpụbeghị ara. Gịnị ka anyị ga-emere nwanne anyị nwanyị, nʼụbọchị a ga-abịa ịlụ ya?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Ọ bụrụ na ọ bụ mgbidi, anyị ga-ewukwasị ụlọ elu ọlaọcha nʼelu ya; ma ọ bụrụ na ọ bụ ọnụ ụzọ, anyị ga-eji ibo e ji osisi sida wuo mechie ya, ichebe ya.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
Abụ m mgbidi, ara m abụọ guzokwa dịka ụlọ elu. Otu a ka m siri dị nʼanya ya dịka onye na-ewetara ya afọ ojuju.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
Solomọn nwere ubi vaịnị na Baal-Hamon, o nyefere ubi vaịnị ya nʼaka ndị ọrụ nlekọta. Onye ọbụla nʼime ha ga-eweta puku shekel ọlaọcha maka mkpụrụ ọ na-amịta.
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Ma ubi vaịnị m bụ nke aka m. Ana m enye ya onye m chọrọ inye. Puku ọlaọcha bụ nke Solomọn, ndị ọrụ ubi ga-enwetakwa narị ọlaọcha abụọ.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
Gị onye bi nʼubi a gbara ogige, gị na ndị enyi gị, kwere ka m nụ olu gị.
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
Soro m ka anyị pụọ, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, bịakwute m dịka mgbada, maọbụ dịka nwa ele na-awụgharị nʼelu ugwu ebe ụda dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ jupụtara.
