Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth; I sought him, but I found him not.
Ie haleñe an-tihiko atoy, nipaiako i kokoam’ piaikoy, nisalala aze iraho fa tsy tendreke;
2 'I will rise now, and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways, I will seek him whom my soul loveth.' I sought him, but I found him not.
Hitroatse henaneo hikariokariok’ an-drova ao, amo lala’eo naho an-kiririsa’e eo; ho tsoeheko i kokoan’ aikoy. Pinaiko fa tsy nitrea.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'
Nizoe’ o mpañambeñeo iraho, ie nañariofa’ iereo fisamba i rovay. Nioni’ areo hao i kokoam-piaikoy?
4 Scarce had I passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Ie vaho nihelañako, le nitendrek’ amy kokoam-piaikoy; nivihineko le tsy navotsoko ampara’ t’ie naseseko mb’añ’anjomban-dreneko mb’eo, mb’añ’efe’ i nampiareñ’ ahikoy.
5 '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.'
Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio ndra o fanaloke an-kivokeo: ko tsekafe’ areo ndra barakakaofe’ areo o fikokoañeo ampara’ te irie’e.
6 Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Iam-bao o mionjo’ mb’etoa hirik’am-patrambeio, hoe hatoeñe mihorondemboke, nembohe’ ty tsotse naho mañidè vaho ze hene hamañim-bom-pibalibalike?
7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; threescore mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Hehe t’ie i horantsa’ i Selomoy, iaoloa’ ty fanalolahy enem-polo amo lahitsiai’ Israeleo.
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of dread in the night.
Songa mpitam-pibara, vañoñ’añ’aly, fonga ama-mesolava am-pe’e eo ty amo fangebahebahan-kàleñeo.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.
Nitsenè’ i Selomò ho aze ty horantsa’e an-katae’ i Libanone.
10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the top thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, the inside thereof being inlaid with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Nanoe’e volafoty o anakore’eo, volamena i voho’ey, malo-mavo i fiambesa’ey, fikokoañe ty nihamina’ o anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo ty añ’ate’e ao.
11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and gaze upon king Solomon, even upon the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Mionjona, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsioneo, sambao i Selomò mpanjaka misabaka i nampisabakaen-drene’e amy androm-pañengam-bali’eiy, amy andro nahafale i arofo’eiy.
