< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.
Nenrera amima nenka ra hunka nagri nensarogama mani'nantesina, knare hisine. Na'ankure vahe'mo'za nenagazage'na korora osu, amne kagira antako nehuge'za mago kea osazasine.
2 I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
Nagra kavre'na rempima hunami'nea a' nenrera nompinka vusine. Haganentake mnazanteti eri havia hu'nea waini tina kamugenka nenanke'na, haganentake pomigreneti tinena kamugenka nasine.
3 His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.
Hoga kazanu naseni fitara ante harage hunenka, tamaga kazanu nanuki fanki hasine.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?
Jerusalemi kumate a'nemota veamo'ma aravema hu antahintahia tazeri o'otinenunkeno kna fatgo'are egahie huta huvempa hiho.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.
Ina mofamo ka'ma kokana atreno ne-eno, avesima nentea ne'mofo asumpina maserino ne-e? Mofamo'a huno, Negrera'ma atagu'ma nehuno kasegante'nea epoli zafa agafafima mani'nankena kavufga kazeri oti'noe.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. (Sheol h7585)
Taferomofo avaza'a erigiankna hunka, tumoka'amofo agofetu navrenentenka asama nehiaza hunka kazampasanafina nagrike navrento. Na'ankure navesizamofo hankanavemo'a frizamofo hankavemo'ma hiaza huno tusi hankanaveti'ne. Navesizamo'a tusi hankanavetino matipima vahe'ma asenenteankna hu'ne. Navesizamo'a teve anefamo'ma hagana hagana'ma hiaza huno hagana hagana huno marenerie. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
Avesizamofo tevea rama'a timo'a resura osuge, tima hageno esia timo'a avesizana erino vugara osu'ne. Hagi mago ne'mo'ma avesizama mika zago fenonteti'ma tesi'zama hanige'za, vahe'mo'za tusi kiza zokago ke huntegahaze.
8 We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? —
Nerasaro'a osi mofa mani'negeno, amima'amo'a oharage'ne. Hagi mago'a vahe'mo'zama a' erintegahune hu'zama hanageta, tagra nerasarona na'a huntegahune?
9 If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Hagi nersaro'ma kuma keginagna'ma huno maniresina, ana kegina agofetura silvareti zaza nona kita manineta kegava huntosine. Hagi agrama kafama maniresina, tagra sida zafagna huneta, kahantera ahekanirentosine.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
Nagra kuma keginagna hu'nogeno, amini'amo'a za'za nonkna hu'ne. Hagi navesimanentoa ne'mo'a agrama nenageno'a tusiza huno ananke nakrura nehuno avesinante'ne.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.
Solomoni'a Ba'al-hamoni kumatera waini hoza ante'neanagi, ana waini hoza vahe'mo'za kegava hu'naze. Hagi ana hozama kegavama hu'neza zagoma troma nehaza vahe'mo'za hozama ante'za zafa rgama tagiza nona'a 1tauseni'a silva zago eme amitere hu'naze.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.
Hianagi nagri waini hoza nagri su'ankina amigahuankino, Solomoni'a 1tausenia silva zagoa miza osegahie. Hianagi 200'a sekeli zagoreti hozama kegavama nehaza vahera mizana zamigahue.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].
Hozafima mani'namoka, nagrane nemaniza vahe'mo'za kagri kagerukura zamagesa ante'za nentahize. Hagi natrege'na kagerura antahi'neno.
14 Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
Navesima negantomoka gezeriema nehaza afi ve dia afumo'ma nehiaza nehunka, kasefa afi ve dia afumo'ma mananentake zama me'nea agonaramimpima vanoma nehiaza hunka ame hunka nagritega eno.

< Song of Solomon 8 >