< Song of Solomon 5 >
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Abatala m nʼubi m a gbara ogige, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m. Achịkọtala m máá ya na ụda m, arachakwala m mmanụ aṅụ m na ugbugbo mmanụ aṅụ. Aṅụkwala m mmiri ara ehi na mmanya m. Ndị Enyi Rie, ṅụọkwa, unu ndị bụ enyi; ṅụjuo afọ, unu ndị hụrụ onwe unu nʼanya.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
A rahụrụ m ụra, ma obi m mụ anya. Gee ntị, onye ahụ m hụrụ nʼanya na-akụ aka nʼibo ọnụ ụzọ. “Megheere m ụzọ, nwanne m nwanyị, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, nduru m, onye na-enweghị ntụpọ. Igirigi ezokwasịla m nʼisi, agịrị isi m jupụtara na mmiri nke abalị.”
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
Eyipụlarị m uwe m. Ọ bụ m yirikwa ha ọzọ? Asaala m ụkwụ m, aga m eme ka ha ruo unyi ọzọ?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya gbatịrị aka ya imeghe ụzọ, mgbe ahụ, obi m chọsikwara ya ike.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Mụ onwe m biliri imeghere onye m hụrụ nʼanya ụzọ, ma aka m abụọ jupụtakwara na mmanụ máá, mmanụ máá si na mkpịsịaka m niile na-atapụsi, nʼelu ihe mkpọchi nke ibo.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Mgbe m megheere onye m hụrụ nʼanya ụzọ, ma lee, ọ nọkwaghị ya, ọ laala. Obi fepụrụ m mgbe ọ pụwara. Elegharịrị m anya chọọ ya ma ahụghị m ya ebe ọbụla. Akpọrọ m ya oku ma ọ zaghị.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Ndị nche hụrụ m mgbe ha na-agagharị nʼobodo, ha tiri m ihe merụọ m ahụ. Ndị nche mgbidi obodo napụrụ m akwa mkpuchi m.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, ana m agba unu iyi, ọ bụrụ na unu ahụ onye m hụrụ nʼanya, gịnị ka unu ga-agwa ya? Gwa ya na abụ m onye ịhụnanya mere ka ike gwụchasịa nʼahụ.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
Gị nwanyị kachasị mma, olee otu onye ị hụrụ nʼanya si dị mma karịa ndị ọzọ? Olee otu onye ị hụrụ nʼanya si dị mma karịa ndị ọzọ nke i ji enye anyị iwu dị otu a?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya chapụrụ achapụ, dị mma ile anya. Ọ pụrụ iche nʼetiti puku ndị nwoke iri.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Isi ya dịka ọlaedo a nụchara anụcha, agịrị isi ya na-eruda dịka igu nkwụ, na-ejikwa nji dịka ugolọma.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Anya ya abụọ dịka nduru nọ nʼakụkụ mmiri iyi nke e jiri mmiri ara ehi sachaa, dịka nkume dị oke ọnụahịa e doro nʼahịrị.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Nti ya abụọ dị ka ihe ndina ụda nke jupụtara na mmanụ isi ụtọ. Egbugbere ọnụ ya dị ka okoko urodi, nke na-agbụsị mmanụ máá.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Aka ya abụọ dị ka mkpara ọlaedo a kpụziri akpụzi, nke a hịọnyere nkume oke ọnụahịa beril nʼime ya. Ahụ ya na-akwọ mụrụmụrụ dịka ọdụ nke e ji nkume dị oke ọnụahịa safaia chọọ mma.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Ogwe ụkwụ ya abụọ dị ka ogidi e ji nkume mabụl kpụọ, nke e ji ọlaedo a ṅụchara anụcha tọọ ntọala ha. Ụdịdị ya dị ka Lebanọn, dịkwa oke ọnụ dịka osisi sida ya.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Ọnụ ya bụ ihe tọkarịsịrị ụtọ nʼonwe ya, ihe niile banyere ya dị mma nʼile anya. Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, onye dị otu a bụ onye ahụ m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ bụkwa enyi m.