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.
Usiku hwose ndiri pamubhedha wangu ndakatsvaka uyo anodiwa nomwoyo wangu; ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.
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.
Ndichasimuka zvino ndinofamba-famba muguta, mumigwagwa yaro nomuzvivara zvaro; ndichatsvaka iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Saka ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
Varindi vakandiona pavaiva pabasa ravo rokufamba-famba vachichengetedza guta. “Ko, mamboona here iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu?”
4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but 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.
Ndichingopfuudzana navo ndakabva ndamuwana, iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Ndakamubata ndikasamuregedza kusvikira ndaenda naye kumba kwamai vangu, kuimba yaavo vakandibereka.
5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Vanasikana veJerusarema, ndinokurayirai nemhara kana nenondo dzesango kuti: Musazunguza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira irwo rwada rwoga.
6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Ndianiko uyo ari kuuya achibva nokurenje seshongwe youtsi ine munhuwi wemura, nezvimwe zvinonhuhwira zvakagadzirwa nezvikuyiwa zvinonhuhwira zvavashambadzi?
7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
Tarirai! Ndiyo ngoro yaSoromoni, yakachengetedzwa nemhare makumi matanhatu dzamachinda, apamusoro-soro omuIsraeri.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
Mumwe nomumwe wavo akabata munondo vose vakarwa hondo, mumwe nomumwe ane munondo parutivi rwake, vakagadzirira kutarisana nezvinotyisa usiku.
9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
Mambo Soromoni akazvigadzirira ngoro; akaigadzira nemiti yokuRebhanoni.
10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Mbiru dzacho akadzigadzira nesirivha, pokuzembera musana pakagadzirwa negoridhe. Pokugara pakashongedzwa nejira repepuru, mukati mayo makashongedzwa norudo navanasikana veJerusarema.
11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Budai imi vanasikana veZioni, muzoona Mambo Soromoni akapfeka korona, korona yaakapfekedzwa namai vake musi wesvitsa, zuva iro mwoyo wake wakafara.
