Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Yaa intala ilma mootii, miilli kee kophee keessatti akkam bareeda! Gudeedni kee miidhagaan sun dooqa gatii guddaa kan ogeessi hojii harkaa tolche fakkaata.
2 Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
Handhuurri kee xoofoo geengoo kan takkumaa daadhiin wayinii wal makaan keessaa hin dhabamin fakkaata. Mudhiin kee immoo tuullaa qamadii kan daraaraadhaan marfame fakkaata.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
Guntunni kee lamaan akkuma ilmoolee kuruphee kanneen lakkuu dhalatanii ti.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
Mormi kee gamoo ilka arbaa fakkaata. Iji kee haroo Heshboon kan karra Baatrabii biraa fakkaata. Funyaan kee gamoo Libaanoon kan gara Damaasqoo gad ilaalu fakkaata.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
Mataan kee akkuma Tulluu Qarmeloos gonfoo siif taʼa. Rifeensi mataa keetii afaa mana mootii fakkaata; mootiin dheerina isaatiin qabamee boojiʼama.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Yaa jaalallee ati gammachuu kee wajjin akkam bareedda; akkamis namatti tolta!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
Dhaabni kee dhaaba meexxii fakkaata; guntunni kees hurbuu ijaa fakkaata.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
Anis, “Muka meexxii kana nan yaabbadha; ija isaa nan qabadha” nan jedhe. Guntunni kee akkuma hurbuu wayinii, urgaan hafuura keetii akkuma urgaa hudhaa ti;
9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
afaan kees akkuma daadhii wayinii kan akka malee gaarii taʼee ti. Ishee Daadhiin wayinii suutumaan hidhii fi ilkaan irra gad yaaʼee gara michuu koo haa dhaqu.
10 I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.
Ani kan michuu koo ti; hawwiin isaas anumaaf.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
Yaa michuu ko, kottu mee gara baadiyyaa haa deemnu; gandoota achii keessa haa bullu.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
Akka mukni wayinii hudhaa baafate, akka daraaraan ija banatee fi akka roomaaniin daraare ilaaluuf ganama bariin kaanee gara iddoo dhaabaa wayinii haa deemnu; anis achitti jaalala koo siif nan kenna.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Hudhaan urgaa isaa gad dhiisa; yaa michuu ko, wanni ani siif kuuse, haaraa fi moofaanis wanni filatamaan hundi balbala keenya dura jira.
