Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Ani halkan guutuu siree koo irra ciisee nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaade; ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
2 [I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Ani amma kaʼeen magaalaa keessa, daandiiwwanii fi oobdiiwwan irra nan deema; nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaada. Kanaafuu ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
Eegdonni utuu magaalaa keessa naannaʼanuu na argan; anis, “Michuu koo argitanii?” jedheen isaan gaafadhe.
4 It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Ani akkuman xinnoo isaan bira darbeen, nama lubbuun koo jaallattu sana nan argadhe. Anis isa nan qabadhe; hamman mana haadha kootti, diinqa haadha koo ishee garaatti na baatte sanaatti ol galchutti gad isa hin dhiisne.
5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti, jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
6 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
Isheen qumbii fi ixaana urgooftuu daldaltootaa hunda irraa hojjetameen urgeeffamtee akkuma utubaa aaraa gammoojjii keessaa ol baatu kun eenyu?
7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
Kunoo! Siree Solomoon kan loltoota jaatama warra Israaʼel keessaa bebeekamoo taʼaniin marfamteerti.
8 They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
Hundi isaanii goraadee hidhatu; hundinuu muuxannoo waraanaa qabu; tokkoon tokkoon isaanii goraadee isaanii luqqeettuutti hidhatanii lola halkaniitiif qophaaʼan.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
Solomoon mootichi ofii isaatii gaarii tolfate; innis muka Libaanoon irraa tolfate.
10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
Inni utubaa isaa meetiidhaan hojjete; jala isaa garuu warqeedhaan hojjete. Teessoon isaa kirrii diimaa dhiilgeedhaan hojjetame; keessi isaas jaalala intallan Yerusaalemiitiin bareechamee hojjetame.
11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Yaa intallan Xiyoon gad baʼaatii Solomoon Mooticha ilaalaa; inni gonfoo haati isaa gaafa fuudha isaa, guyyaa garaan isaa gammadetti, mataa isaa irra keesseef sana kaaʼateera.
