Song of Solomon 7
1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
We mwarĩ ũyũ wa mũnene, ĩ magũrũ maku mekĩrĩtwo iraatũ ti mathaka! Magũrũ maku mathakarĩte makahaana ta mathaga, marĩa mathondeketwo nĩ moko ma mũbundi mũũgĩ.
2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Mũkonyo waku nĩ ta kaihũri ga gĩthiũrũrĩ karĩa gataagaga ndibei ningie. Njohero yaku ĩhaana ta kĩhumbu kĩa ngano ngonyore, gĩthiũrũrũkĩirio nĩ itoka.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Nyondo ciaku ihaana ciana igĩrĩ cia thiiya, ikahaana mahatha ma thiiya.
4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
Ngingo yaku ĩhaana ta mũthiringo mũraihu wakĩtwo na mĩguongo. Maitho maku nĩ ta tũria twa Heshiboni, hakuhĩ na kĩhingo kĩa Bathi-Rabimu. Iniũrũ rĩaku rĩhaana ta mũthiringo mũraihu wa Lebanoni ũrĩa ũrorete na mwena wa Dameski.
5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
Mũtwe waku ũkũhumbaga tanji ta Kĩrĩma gĩa Karimeli. Nacio njuĩrĩ ciaku ciirĩte ikahaana ta rangi wa ndathi; mũthamaki aikaraga ta oohereirwo tũmĩcuha-inĩ twacio.
6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
Wee wendo, kaĩ wee ũrĩ mũthaka na wa gũkenania-ĩ! Maũndũ maku nĩmagũkenania!
7 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Kĩrũgamo gĩaku kĩrũngarĩte ta mũtĩ wa mũkĩndũ, nacio nyondo ciaku ihaana ta imanjĩka cia matunda.
8 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
Ndoigire atĩrĩ, “Nĩngũhaica mũtĩ ũyũ wa mũkĩndũ; nĩngũtua matunda maguo.” Nyondo ciaku irotuĩka ta imanjĩka cia thabibũ, nayo mĩhũmũ yaku ĩtararĩke wega ta matunda,
9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
nako kanua gaku gatuĩke ta ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno. Mwendwa Ndibei ĩyo ĩrokinyĩra mwendwa wakwa, na ĩmerũke wega ĩrĩ gatagatĩ ka mĩromo na magego.
10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
Niĩ ndĩ wa mwendwa wakwa, nake nĩ niĩ eriragĩria.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
Mwendwa wakwa, ũka, nĩtũthiĩ mĩgũnda-inĩ, nĩtũthiĩ tũkaraarĩrĩre tũtũũra-inĩ.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
Nĩtũrooke gũthiĩ tene mĩgũnda-inĩ ya mĩthabibũ tũkarore kana mĩthabibũ nĩmĩthundũku, na kana nĩĩcanũrĩte kĩro kĩayo, o na kana mĩkomamanga nĩĩrutĩte kĩro: kũu nĩkuo ngaakũheera wendo wakwa.
13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
Matunda ma mandarĩki nĩmaratararĩka, na mũrango-inĩ gwitũ kũrĩ na matunda ma mĩthemba yothe marĩa mega mũno, ma mũgethano o na mangĩ maikaru, marĩa ngũigĩire, wee mwendwa wakwa.
