Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
Abụ m okoko osisi ọhịa nke Sharọn, na okoko lili nke na-epu na ndagwurugwu.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
E, dịka okoko lili nke na-epu nʼetiti ogwu, otu a ka ọmasịrị m dị nʼetiti ụmụ agbọghọ ndị ọzọ.
3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịka osisi apụl, nʼetiti osisi na-amị mkpụrụ nʼọhịa, mgbe e ji ya tụnyere ụmụ okorobịa ndị ọzọ. Ọ na-enye m obi ụtọ ịnọ nʼokpuru ndo ya, mkpụrụ ya dịkwa ụtọ nʼọnụ.
4 He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
Ka ọ kpọrọ m jee nʼụlọ oriri, ka ọkọlọtọ ya nʼekpuchi m bụrụ ịhụnanya.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
Were mkpụrụ osisi a mịkpọrọ amịkpọ gbaa m ume; werekwa mkpụrụ osisi apụl mee ka ahụ m dị ike, nʼihi na abụ m onye ịhụnanya mere ka ike gwụsịa.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Aka ekpe ya dị nʼokpuru isi m, aka nri ya na-ejikụ m.
7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, eji m nne mgbada niile na nne ele ọhịa niile na-agba unu iyi sị: Unu akpọtela maọbụ mee ka ịhụnanya teta, ruo mgbe ọ masịrị ya.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
Gee ntị! Onye m hụrụ nʼanya! Lee ya ka ọ na-abịa, na-amali elu nʼelu ugwu niile, na-amafekwa nʼelu ugwu nta niile.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya yiri mgbada, o yiri nwa ele. Lee ya ka ọ na-eguzo nʼazụ mgbidi anyị, ọ na-esikwa na oghereikuku na nʼoghere dị ya na-elebata anya.
10 Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya gwara m okwu sị m, “Bilie, onye ihe ya na-atọ m ụtọ, onye m mara mma, soro m.
11 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
Lee, oge oyi agafeela, udu mmiri agabigakwala.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
Okoko osisi epupụtala nʼala; oge eji agụ egwu eruokwala, a na-anụ abụ nduru nʼala anyị niile.
13 The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
Mkpụrụ osisi fiig ebidola ịmịpụta mkpụrụ ya nke mbụ, isi osisi vaịnị na-amịpụta okoko na-esiju ebe niile. Bilie, ma bịa, ọmasịrị m. Onye nke m mara mma! Bịa ka i sooro m.”
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
Nduru m nọ nʼọgba nkume, nʼebe nzuzo nke akụkụ ugwu, gosi m ihu gị, mee ka m nụ olu gị, nʼihi na olu gị dị ụtọ, ihu gị makwara mma.
15 Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
Jidenụ nkịta ọhịa, ụmụ nkịta ọhịa niile na-emebiri anyị ubi, ọ bụladị ubi vaịnị anyị na-agbawa okoko.
16 Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụ nke m, mụ onwe m bụkwa nke ya. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi,
17 until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ mgbe onyinyo niile na-agabigakwa. Tụgharịa, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, dị ka mgbada maọbụ nwa ele nke nọ nʼelu ugwu.
