Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Usiku hwose ndiri pamubhedha wangu ndakatsvaka uyo anodiwa nomwoyo wangu; ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Ndichasimuka zvino ndinofamba-famba muguta, mumigwagwa yaro nomuzvivara zvaro; ndichatsvaka iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Saka ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
Varindi vakandiona pavaiva pabasa ravo rokufamba-famba vachichengetedza guta. “Ko, mamboona here iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu?”
4 — Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Ndichingopfuudzana navo ndakabva ndamuwana, iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Ndakamubata ndikasamuregedza kusvikira ndaenda naye kumba kwamai vangu, kuimba yaavo vakandibereka.
5 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
Vanasikana veJerusarema, ndinokurayirai nemhara kana nenondo dzesango kuti: Musazunguza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira irwo rwada rwoga.
6 Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
Ndianiko uyo ari kuuya achibva nokurenje seshongwe youtsi ine munhuwi wemura, nezvimwe zvinonhuhwira zvakagadzirwa nezvikuyiwa zvinonhuhwira zvavashambadzi?
7 Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
Tarirai! Ndiyo ngoro yaSoromoni, yakachengetedzwa nemhare makumi matanhatu dzamachinda, apamusoro-soro omuIsraeri.
8 They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
Mumwe nomumwe wavo akabata munondo vose vakarwa hondo, mumwe nomumwe ane munondo parutivi rwake, vakagadzirira kutarisana nezvinotyisa usiku.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
Mambo Soromoni akazvigadzirira ngoro; akaigadzira nemiti yokuRebhanoni.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Mbiru dzacho akadzigadzira nesirivha, pokuzembera musana pakagadzirwa negoridhe. Pokugara pakashongedzwa nejira repepuru, mukati mayo makashongedzwa norudo navanasikana veJerusarema.
11 Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Budai imi vanasikana veZioni, muzoona Mambo Soromoni akapfeka korona, korona yaakapfekedzwa namai vake musi wesvitsa, zuva iro mwoyo wake wakafara.
