Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Ie haleñe an-tihiko atoy, nipaiako i kokoam’ piaikoy, nisalala aze iraho fa tsy tendreke;
2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
Hitroatse henaneo hikariokariok’ an-drova ao, amo lala’eo naho an-kiririsa’e eo; ho tsoeheko i kokoan’ aikoy. Pinaiko fa tsy nitrea.
3 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
Nizoe’ o mpañambeñeo iraho, ie nañariofa’ iereo fisamba i rovay. Nioni’ areo hao i kokoam-piaikoy?
4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
Ie vaho nihelañako, le nitendrek’ amy kokoam-piaikoy; nivihineko le tsy navotsoko ampara’ t’ie naseseko mb’añ’anjomban-dreneko mb’eo, mb’añ’efe’ i nampiareñ’ ahikoy.
5 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio ndra o fanaloke an-kivokeo: ko tsekafe’ areo ndra barakakaofe’ areo o fikokoañeo ampara’ te irie’e.
6 Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
Iam-bao o mionjo’ mb’etoa hirik’am-patrambeio, hoe hatoeñe mihorondemboke, nembohe’ ty tsotse naho mañidè vaho ze hene hamañim-bom-pibalibalike?
7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
Hehe t’ie i horantsa’ i Selomoy, iaoloa’ ty fanalolahy enem-polo amo lahitsiai’ Israeleo.
8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
Songa mpitam-pibara, vañoñ’añ’aly, fonga ama-mesolava am-pe’e eo ty amo fangebahebahan-kàleñeo.
9 King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
Nitsenè’ i Selomò ho aze ty horantsa’e an-katae’ i Libanone.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
Nanoe’e volafoty o anakore’eo, volamena i voho’ey, malo-mavo i fiambesa’ey, fikokoañe ty nihamina’ o anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo ty añ’ate’e ao.
11 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Mionjona, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsioneo, sambao i Selomò mpanjaka misabaka i nampisabakaen-drene’e amy androm-pañengam-bali’eiy, amy andro nahafale i arofo’eiy.
