< Song of Solomon 7 >

1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Lee ka ụkwụ gị si dị mma nʼime akpụkpọụkwụ gị ada nwa eze. Apata ụkwụ gị abụọ dị ezi mma dịka nkume oke ọnụahịa, ọrụ aka nke ezigbo onye ọkwa ǹka.
2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Otubo gị mara mma dịka iko nke a gbajuru mmanya. Ukwu gị dị ka ukwu ọka e ji okoko urodi gbaa gburugburu.
3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge.
4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Olu gị guzo kwem dị ka ụlọ elu e ji ọdụ wuo. Anya gị abụọ dị ka ọdọ mmiri Heshbọn nke dị nʼakụkụ ọnụ ụzọ ama Bat-Rabim. Imi gị mara mma dị ka ụlọ elu Lebanọn nke chere Damaskọs ihu.
5 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
Isi gị guzo nʼahụ gị ka ugwu Kamel. Agịrị isi nke isi gị dịkwa ogho odo odo. Ịma mma nke agịrị isi gị emela eze onye a dọtara nʼagha.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Lee ka i si maa mma nke ukwuu, nʼezie, ị mara mma. Ị dịkwa ụtọ nke ukwuu, gị onye m hụrụ nʼanya.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
Ị dị ogologo dịka osisi nkwụ; ara gị abụọ dịkwa ka ụyọkọ mkpụrụ osisi.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Ekwuru m sị, “Aga m arịgoro elu osisi nkwụ ahụ, jidekwa mkpụrụ ya aka.” Ugbu a, ka ara gị abụọ dịkwa ka ụyọkọ mkpụrụ vaịnị, ka isisi nke iku ume gị dịkwa ka mkpụrụ osisi apụl,
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
ka okpo ọnụ gị dịka mmanya makarịsịrị na mma. Onye a hụrụ nʼanya Ka mmanya ahụ gbadaa nwayọọ nye onye m hụrụ nʼanya, na-asọda nwayọọ nʼelu egbugbere ọnụ ya na eze ya.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.
Abụ m nke onye ahụ m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ bụkwa m ka ọ chọrọ.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Bịa, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ka anyị gaa nʼime obodo, ka anyị nọọ ọnọdụ abalị nʼobodo nta.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Ka anyị bilie ngwangwa nʼisi ụtụtụ pụọ jee nʼubi lee ma osisi vaịnị ha amaala ifuru, ma okoko ya agbawaala, ma osisi pomegranet agbawaala okoko. Nʼebe ahụ ka m ga-egosi gị ịhụnanya m.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Nʼebe ahụ ka ị ga-anọ nụ isi nke mandreki na-ewepụta; mkpụrụ osisi niile na-atọ ụtọ ga-adịkwa nʼọnụ ụzọ anyị, ma ndị ọhụrụ ma ndị ochie, nʼihi na edokọtaala m ha maka onye m hụrụ nʼanya.

< Song of Solomon 7 >