Song of Solomon 7
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
Yaa intala ilma mootii, miilli kee kophee keessatti akkam bareeda! Gudeedni kee miidhagaan sun dooqa gatii guddaa kan ogeessi hojii harkaa tolche fakkaata.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Handhuurri kee xoofoo geengoo kan takkumaa daadhiin wayinii wal makaan keessaa hin dhabamin fakkaata. Mudhiin kee immoo tuullaa qamadii kan daraaraadhaan marfame fakkaata.
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Guntunni kee lamaan akkuma ilmoolee kuruphee kanneen lakkuu dhalatanii ti.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
Mormi kee gamoo ilka arbaa fakkaata. Iji kee haroo Heshboon kan karra Baatrabii biraa fakkaata. Funyaan kee gamoo Libaanoon kan gara Damaasqoo gad ilaalu fakkaata.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Mataan kee akkuma Tulluu Qarmeloos gonfoo siif taʼa. Rifeensi mataa keetii afaa mana mootii fakkaata; mootiin dheerina isaatiin qabamee boojiʼama.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
Yaa jaalallee ati gammachuu kee wajjin akkam bareedda; akkamis namatti tolta!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Dhaabni kee dhaaba meexxii fakkaata; guntunni kees hurbuu ijaa fakkaata.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
Anis, “Muka meexxii kana nan yaabbadha; ija isaa nan qabadha” nan jedhe. Guntunni kee akkuma hurbuu wayinii, urgaan hafuura keetii akkuma urgaa hudhaa ti;
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
afaan kees akkuma daadhii wayinii kan akka malee gaarii taʼee ti. Ishee Daadhiin wayinii suutumaan hidhii fi ilkaan irra gad yaaʼee gara michuu koo haa dhaqu.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
Ani kan michuu koo ti; hawwiin isaas anumaaf.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Yaa michuu ko, kottu mee gara baadiyyaa haa deemnu; gandoota achii keessa haa bullu.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
Akka mukni wayinii hudhaa baafate, akka daraaraan ija banatee fi akka roomaaniin daraare ilaaluuf ganama bariin kaanee gara iddoo dhaabaa wayinii haa deemnu; anis achitti jaalala koo siif nan kenna.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
Hudhaan urgaa isaa gad dhiisa; yaa michuu ko, wanni ani siif kuuse, haaraa fi moofaanis wanni filatamaan hundi balbala keenya dura jira.
