Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
Nankaiza ny malalanao, ry tsara tarehy amin’ ny vehivavy? Nivily nankaiza ny malalanao? Mba hiarahanay aminao hitady azy.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Lasa nidina ho any an-tsahany ny malalako, dia any amin’ ny tanim-boninkazo misy zava-manitra eo an-tsaha, hiandry ny ondriny eny amin’ ny tanimboly sy hioty ny lilia.
3 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
An’ ny malalako aho, ary ahy ny malalako, dia ilay miandry ny ondry andiany eny amin’ ny lilia.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
Tsara tarehy tahaka an’ i Tirza ianao, ry tompokovavy havako, eny, tsara tarehy tahaka an’ i Jerosalema, mahatahotra toy ny antokon’ ny miaramila mitondra faneva.
5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
Avilio ny masonao tsy hijery ahy, Fa mampiontanontana ny foko izy; Ny volonao dia tahaka ny osy andiany, izay mandriandry eny ankilan’ i Gileada.
6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Ny nifinao dia tahaka ny ondrivavy andiany, izay miakatra avy eo amin’ ny fampandroana; Samy kambana avy ireo. Fa tsy misy tsy mana-manana,
7 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Misy mpanjakavavy enim-polo sy vaditsindrano valo-polo ary zatovovavy tsy hita isa.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Fa iray monja kosa no voromailalako, dia ilay ahy tsy misy kilema, vavy tokan-dreniny sady tsongaina amin’ izay naterany. Ny zazavavy nahita azy ka nanao azy ho sambatra, eny, ny mpanjakavavy sy ny vaditsindrano, ka nidera azy.
10 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
Iza moa io vehivavy mitsidika toy ny maraina, izay tsara tarehy tahaka ny volana, madio toy ny masoandro sady mahatahotra toy ny antokon’ ny miaramila mitondra faneva?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Lasa nidina nantany an-tsaha tsara hazo aho, hijerijery ny zava-maitso an-dohasaha, hizaha raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka sy mamony ny ampongabendanitra.
12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
Tsy nampoiziko ny nanandratan’ ny fanahiko ahy ho eo amin’ ny kalesin’ ny fireneko be voninahitra.
13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
Miverena, miverena, ry Solemita; Miverena, miverena, mba hijerenay anao. Inona no hitanareo amin’ ny Solemita? Dihy tahaka ny an’ i Mahanaima.
