Song of Solomon 1
Abụ nke abụ nke Solomọn.
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Ya were nsusu niile nke ọnụ ya susuo m ọnụ, nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị ụtọ karịa mmanya.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
Mmanụ otite gị niile na-esi isi ọma, aha gị dịka mmanụ isi ụtọ awụpụtara awụpụta, ọ bụghị ihe ịtụnanya na ụmụ agbọghọ hụrụ gị nʼanya.
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
Kpọrọ m, ka mụ na gị soro, ka anyị mee ngwangwa. Ka eze kpọbata m nʼime ụlọ ya. Ndị Enyi Anyị ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ nwekwa obi ụtọ nʼime gị. Anyị ga-eto ịhụnanya gị karịa mmanya. Onye a hụrụ nʼanya Lee nʼizi ezi ka ha nʼahụ gị nʼanya nke ukwuu.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
Ana m eji nji ma a maara m mma ile anya, unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem. Adị m nji dịka ụlọ ikwu nke Keda dịka akwa mgbochi dị nʼụlọ Solomọn.
6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
Unu elekwasịla m anya, maka na m na-eji nji. Ọ bụ anwụ gbajiri m. Ụmụnne m ndị ikom were iwe megide m, zipụ m nʼezi ilekọta ubi vaịnị anyị, ma ubi vaịnị nke m ka m na-elekọtaghị.
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
Gwa m, gị onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ebee ka anụ ụlọ gị na-ata nri? Ebee ka atụrụ gị na-ezu ike nʼetiti ehihie? Nʼihi gị ka m ga-eji dịka nwanyị e kpuchiri ihu nʼetiti igwe anụ ụlọ ndị enyi gị.
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
Ọ bụrụ na ị maghị, gị nwanyị kachasị mma, soro nzọ ụkwụ igwe atụrụ meekwa ka ụmụ ewu gị taa ahịhịa dị nʼakụkụ ụlọ ikwu ndị na-elekọta atụrụ.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Ana m atụnyere gị, gị onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịka nne ịnyịnya e kenyere nʼotu ụgbọ agha Fero.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Agba nti gị ka e jiri ọlantị chọọ mma, olu gị kwa ka e jiri nkume dị oke ọnụahịa e doro nʼahịrị chọọ mma.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Anyị ga-emere gị ọlantị dị iche iche nke ọlaedo, nke e ji ọlaọcha chọọ mma.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
Mgbe eze nọ na tebul ya, mmanụ isi ọma m tere sijuru ebe niile.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
Onye m hụrụ dị m ka ụda máá e kechiri nʼakpa nke dị nʼetiti ara m abụọ.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịrị m ka ụyọkọ ukwu okoko henna nke sitere nʼogige ubi vaịnị En-Gedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Nʼezie, ị mara mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya. Leenụ ka ị si maa mma! Anya gị dịka nduru.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ị mara mma nwoke. E, ị mara mma. Ebe ndina anyị dịka ahịhịa ndụ.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
Ogidi nke ụlọ anyị bụ osisi sida, ntuhie ya bụkwa osisi fịa.
