Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Abụ nke abụ nke Solomọn.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Ya were nsusu niile nke ọnụ ya susuo m ọnụ, nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị ụtọ karịa mmanya.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love 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 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love 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 black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks 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 know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
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 have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Ana m atụnyere gị, gị onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịka nne ịnyịnya e kenyere nʼotu ụgbọ agha Fero.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
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 gold with studs of silver.
Anyị ga-emere gị ọlantị dị iche iche nke ọlaedo, nke e ji ọlaọcha chọọ mma.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
Mgbe eze nọ na tebul ya, mmanụ isi ọma m tere sijuru ebe niile.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
Onye m hụrụ dị m ka ụda máá e kechiri nʼakpa nke dị nʼetiti ara m abụọ.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịrị m ka ụyọkọ ukwu okoko henna nke sitere nʼogige ubi vaịnị En-Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Nʼezie, ị mara mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya. Leenụ ka ị si maa mma! Anya gị dịka nduru.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ị mara mma nwoke. E, ị mara mma. Ebe ndina anyị dịka ahịhịa ndụ.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Ogidi nke ụlọ anyị bụ osisi sida, ntuhie ya bụkwa osisi fịa.
