Song of Solomon 6
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Muganzi wo alaze wa, ggwe akira abakyala bonna obulungi? Muganzi wo yakutte lya wa tumukunoonyezeeko?
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Muganzi wange aserengese mu nnimiro ye, mu misiri egy’ebirime ebyakaloosa, okulabirira ennimiro ye n’okunoga amalanga.
3 I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
Muganzi wange, wange, nange ndi wuwe; anoonyeza mu malanga.
4 Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Oli mubalagavu nga Tiruza, omwagalwa wange, omulungi nga Yerusaalemi, era ow’ekitiibwa ng’eggye eririna ebendera.
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
Tontunuulira nnyo kubanga amaaso go gantawanya. Enviiri zo ziri ng’ekisibo eky’embuzi, eziserengeta okuva e Gireyaadi.
6 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Amannyo go gali ng’ekisibo eky’endiga eziva okunaazibwa; buli emu nnongo eri n’ennongo ginnaayo, so tewali eri yokka.
7 Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Obwenyi bwo bw’obisse mu lugoye, buli ng’ebitundu by’amakomamawanga.
8 There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
Ne bwe walibeerawo bakabaka abakazi nkaaga, n’abazaana kinaana, n’abawala embeerera abatamanyiddwa muwendo,
9 But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
ejjiba lyange, owange ataliiko bbala, ow’enjawulo, mwana muwala eyazaalibwa yekka, ayagalibwa ennyo nnyina okusinga abalala, y’ansingira mu bonna. Abawala baamulaba ne bamuyita wa mukisa; bakabaka abakazi n’abazaana baamutenda.
10 Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
Ani ono alabika ng’emmambya, omulungi ng’omwezi, atangalijja ng’enjuba, alina ekitiibwa ng’eky’emunnyeenye?
11 I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
Naserengeta mu nnimiro ey’emiti egy’ensigo okwetegereza okumulisa okw’ebimera eby’omu kiwonvu, okulaba omuzabbibu obanga gwamulisa, n’okulaba emikomamawanga oba nga gyamera.
12 I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
Bwe nnali nkyali awo emmeeme yange n’egenda eri amagaali ag’obwakabaka ag’omu bantu bange.
13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Komawo, Komawo, ggwe Omusulamu; komawo, komawo tukutunuleko. Owoomukwano Lwaki mutunuulira Omusulamu ng’abali ku mazina ga Makanayimu?
