Song of Solomon 8
1 O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
Ho ni-soa naho ni-rahalahiko irehe, i ninono am-patroan-drenekoy! Ie amy zay, naho nitendrek’ ama’o alafe’e ao iraho vaho nañorok’ azo, le tsy ho nifosae’ ondatio.
2 I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
Ho nikozozoteko mb’añ’ anjomban- dreneko mb’eo, mb’amy nañoke ahikoy. ho nampinomeko divay mandrove, naho ty ron-draketako.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Iondana’ ty lohako ty fità’e havia, vaho mañohoñ’ ahy ty fità’e havana.
4 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Afantoko ama’ areo, ry anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo; ko mampitsekake fikokoañe am-para’ te irie’e.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
Ia o mionjomb’etoy misazok’ amy fikokoa’eio? Nampivañoneko ambane’ i takokoy irehe; amy nampitsongoa’o i rene’o; teo ty nitsongoa’ i nahatoly azoy.
6 Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. (Sheol h7585)
Apetaho hoe voli-fitomboke añ’arofo’o ao iraho, hoe alama am-pità’o eo; fa mira ami’ty haozaran-kavilasy ty fikokoañe, manahake ty hagàñe i tsikeokeokey ty famarahiañe; misolebotse o lel’afo’eo, toe lel’afo milebaleba. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
Rano tsifotofoto tsy mahasaoke ty fikokoañe; naho tsy mahaopo aze ty fisorotombahañe; ie hatolo’ t’indaty ze hene vara añ’anjomba’e ao hahazoa’e fikokoañe, le ho vata’e onjirañe.
8 We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
Manan-jay ampela zahay f’ie mbe tomoe-nono, hanoe’ay akore i zai’aiy amy andro fifofoañe azey?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
Naho kijoly re le handranjia’ay fitilik’abo volafoty; ie lalambey, le harikatoha’ay varamba-mendoraveñe.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
Kijoly iraho, hoe fitilik’abo o nonokoo; hoe t’ie minday fañanintsiñe am-pihaino.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
Nanan-tondam-bahe e Baale-Kamone ao t’i Selomò; nafondro’e ama’ ondaty. Songa mañondroke volafoty arivo ama’e ty amo voka’eo.
12 But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
Aoloko eo i tanem-bahekoy, azo ry Selomò i arivoy, roan-jato ty a o mpañalahala i voka’eio.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
O ry mpimoneñe an-goloboñe ao, te hijanjiñe ty fiarañanaña’o o mpiamakoo, ehe ampitsanoño ahy!
14 Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Mipitsiha ry kokoakoo, manahake o fanalokeo naho o farasy ambone vohitse iregoregoan-kafirio.
