Song of Solomon 3
1 Bride: On my bed, throughout the night, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find him.
Ie haleñe an-tihiko atoy, nipaiako i kokoam’ piaikoy, nisalala aze iraho fa tsy tendreke;
2 I will rise up, and I will circle through the city. Through the side streets and thoroughfares, I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find 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 watchers who guard the city found me: “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Nizoe’ o mpañambeñeo iraho, ie nañariofa’ iereo fisamba i rovay. Nioni’ areo hao i kokoam-piaikoy?
4 When I had passed by them a little, I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not release him, until I would bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her who bore me.
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 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, until she wills.
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 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends through the desert, like a staff of smoke from the aromatics of myrrh, and frankincense, and every powder of the perfumer?
Iam-bao o mionjo’ mb’etoa hirik’am-patrambeio, hoe hatoeñe mihorondemboke, nembohe’ ty tsotse naho mañidè vaho ze hene hamañim-bom-pibalibalike?
7 Chorus to Bride: Lo, sixty strong ones, out of all the strongest in Israel, stand watch at the bed of Solomon,
Hehe t’ie i horantsa’ i Selomoy, iaoloa’ ty fanalolahy enem-polo amo lahitsiai’ Israeleo.
8 all holding swords and well-trained in warfare, each one’s weapon upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
Songa mpitam-pibara, vañoñ’añ’aly, fonga ama-mesolava am-pe’e eo ty amo fangebahebahan-kàleñeo.
9 Bride to Chorus: King Solomon made himself a portable throne from the wood of Lebanon.
Nitsenè’ i Selomò ho aze ty horantsa’e an-katae’ i Libanone.
10 He made its columns of silver, the reclining place of gold, the ascent of purple; the middle he covered well, out of charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.
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 O daughters of Zion, go forth and see king Solomon with the diadem with which his mother crowned him, on the day of his espousal, on the day of the rejoicing 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.
