Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
Ngilirozi leSharoni, umduze wezigodi.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Njengomduze phakathi kwameva, unjalo mthandwa wami phakathi kwamadodakazi.
3 Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
Njengesihlahla sama-aphula phakathi kwezihlahla zeganga, sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwamadodana. Ngahlala emthunzini waso ngathokoza kakhulu, lesithelo saso simnandi ekunambitheni kwami.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
Sangisa endlini yewayini, lesiboniso saso phezu kwami siluthando.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Ngisekelani ngezinkwa zezithelo zevini ezonyisiweyo, lingiqinise ngama-aphula, ngoba ngiguliswa luthando.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
Isandla saso sokhohlo singaphansi kwekhanda lami, lesokunene saso siyangigona.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
Ngiyalifungisa, madodakazi eJerusalema, ngemiziki kumbe ngezimpala zeganga, ukuze lingaphazamisi lingavusi uthando aze athande.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
Ilizwi lesithandwa sami! Khangela sona siyeza, siseqa phezu kwezintaba, siqolotsha phezu kwamaqaqa.
9 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
Isithandwa sami sinjengomziki kumbe njengethole lendluzele. Khangela simi ngemva komduli wethu, silunguza emawindini, sizibonakalisa eminxibeni yewindi.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Isithandwa sami saphendula sathi kimi: Vuka wena, mthandwa wami, omuhle wami, asihambe wena.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
Ngoba khangela, ubusika sebudlulile, izulu seliphelile, lihambile.
12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
Amaluba ayabonakala emhlabeni, isikhathi sokuhlabelela sesifikile, lelizwi lejuba liyezwakala elizweni lakithi.
13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
Isihlahla somkhiwa sivuthisa imikhiwa yaso eluhlaza, lamavini alempoko aletha iphunga elimnandi. Vuka wena, mthandwa wami, omuhle wami wena, sihambe.
14 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
Juba lami, elisengoxweni yedwala, ekusithekeni kweliwa, ngitshengisa ubuso bakho, ngizwise ilizwi lakho, ngoba ilizwi lakho limnandi, lobuso bakho buyabukeka.
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Sibambeleni amakhanka, amakhanka amancinyane, ona izivini, ngoba izivini zethu zilezimpoko.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
Isithandwa sami ngesami, lami ngingowaso, eselusa phakathi kwemiduze.
17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
Kuze kube semadabukakusa, lamathunzi abaleke, phenduka, sithandwa sami, ube njengomziki kumbe njengethole lendluzele phezu kwezintaba zeBhetheri.
