Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Abụ m okoko osisi ọhịa nke Sharọn, na okoko lili nke na-epu na ndagwurugwu.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
E, dịka okoko lili nke na-epu nʼetiti ogwu, otu a ka ọmasịrị m dị nʼetiti ụmụ agbọghọ ndị ọzọ.
3 As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịka osisi apụl, nʼetiti osisi na-amị mkpụrụ nʼọhịa, mgbe e ji ya tụnyere ụmụ okorobịa ndị ọzọ. Ọ na-enye m obi ụtọ ịnọ nʼokpuru ndo ya, mkpụrụ ya dịkwa ụtọ nʼọnụ.
4 He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
Ka ọ kpọrọ m jee nʼụlọ oriri, ka ọkọlọtọ ya nʼekpuchi m bụrụ ịhụnanya.
5 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
Were mkpụrụ osisi a mịkpọrọ amịkpọ gbaa m ume; werekwa mkpụrụ osisi apụl mee ka ahụ m dị ike, nʼihi na abụ m onye ịhụnanya mere ka ike gwụsịa.
6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
Aka ekpe ya dị nʼokpuru isi m, aka nri ya na-ejikụ m.
7 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, eji m nne mgbada niile na nne ele ọhịa niile na-agba unu iyi sị: Unu akpọtela maọbụ mee ka ịhụnanya teta, ruo mgbe ọ masịrị ya.
8 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Gee ntị! Onye m hụrụ nʼanya! Lee ya ka ọ na-abịa, na-amali elu nʼelu ugwu niile, na-amafekwa nʼelu ugwu nta niile.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya yiri mgbada, o yiri nwa ele. Lee ya ka ọ na-eguzo nʼazụ mgbidi anyị, ọ na-esikwa na oghereikuku na nʼoghere dị ya na-elebata anya.
10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya gwara m okwu sị m, “Bilie, onye ihe ya na-atọ m ụtọ, onye m mara mma, soro m.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Lee, oge oyi agafeela, udu mmiri agabigakwala.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Okoko osisi epupụtala nʼala; oge eji agụ egwu eruokwala, a na-anụ abụ nduru nʼala anyị niile.
13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Mkpụrụ osisi fiig ebidola ịmịpụta mkpụrụ ya nke mbụ, isi osisi vaịnị na-amịpụta okoko na-esiju ebe niile. Bilie, ma bịa, ọmasịrị m. Onye nke m mara mma! Bịa ka i sooro m.”
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
Nduru m nọ nʼọgba nkume, nʼebe nzuzo nke akụkụ ugwu, gosi m ihu gị, mee ka m nụ olu gị, nʼihi na olu gị dị ụtọ, ihu gị makwara mma.
15 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
Jidenụ nkịta ọhịa, ụmụ nkịta ọhịa niile na-emebiri anyị ubi, ọ bụladị ubi vaịnị anyị na-agbawa okoko.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụ nke m, mụ onwe m bụkwa nke ya. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi,
17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ mgbe onyinyo niile na-agabigakwa. Tụgharịa, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, dị ka mgbada maọbụ nwa ele nke nọ nʼelu ugwu.
