Song of Songs 8
1 I would that you, O my kinsman, were he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found you without, I would kiss you; yes, they should not despise me.
Naarĩ korwo no ũtuĩke ta mũrũ wa maitũ, ũrĩa wongire nyondo cia maitũ! Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ingĩgũtũnga nja, ndaakũmumunya, na gũtirĩ mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ ũngĩĩmena.
2 I would take you, I would bring you into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
Ingĩgũtongoria, ngũtware nyũmba ya maitũ, ũcio wandutire maũndũ. Ingĩkũhe ndibei ĩrĩa njamithie wega ũnyue, o yo ngogoyo ya mĩkomamanga yakwa.
3 His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Guoko gwake kwa ũmotho akũigĩte rungu rwa mũtwe wakwa, nakuo guoko gwake kwa ũrĩo gũkaahĩmbĩria.
4 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
Inyuĩ aarĩ a Jerusalemu, ndamwĩhĩtithia atĩrĩ: Mũtikoimbuthũre wendo o na kana mũwarahũre, o nginya wĩrirĩrie kwarahũka guo mwene.
5 Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.
Nũũ ũyũ ũroka ambatĩte oimĩte werũ-inĩ, etiiranĩtie na mwendwa wake? Mwendwa Rungu-inĩ rwa mũtĩ wa matunda nĩho ndakwarahũrire ũrĩ toro; hau nĩho nyũkwa aagĩĩrĩire nda yaku, o hau nĩho ũcio warĩ na ruo rwa kũrũmwo aagũciarĩire.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (Sheol h7585)
Njĩkĩra ta mũhũũri ngoro-inĩ yaku, ũũhũũre ta mũhũũri guoko-inĩ gwaku; amu wendo ũrĩ hinya o ta gĩkuũ, ũiru waguo ũmĩtie ngoro o ta mbĩrĩra. Ũcinaga o ta mwaki ũrakana, na o ta rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũnene mũno rwa Jehova. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
Maaĩ maingĩ matingĩhota kũhoria wendo; njũũĩ itingĩhota kũũthereria. Korwo mũndũ no aheane ũtonga wothe wa nyũmba yake nĩ ũndũ wa wendo-rĩ, no kũnyũrũrio ũngĩnyũrũrio o biũ.
8 Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?
Nĩtũrĩ na kairĩtu ka maitũ, nako gatiumĩtie nyondo. Tũgeka atĩa nĩ ũndũ wa kairĩtu kau gaitũ, mũthenya ũrĩa gagaatuĩka ga kũũrio?
9 If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
Korwo nĩ rũthingo-rĩ, tũngĩaka mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ ya betha igũrũ rĩako. Korwo nĩ mũrango-rĩ, tũngĩkahingĩrĩria na mbaũ cia mũtarakwa.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
Niĩ ndĩ rũthingo, nacio nyondo ciakwa ihaana ta mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio maitho-inĩ make-rĩ, nduĩkĩte o ta mũndũ ũtũmaga aiganĩre.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver.
Solomoni aarĩ na mũgũnda wa mĩthabibũ kũu Baali-Hamoni; mũgũnda ũcio wa mĩthabibũ akĩũkomborithia kũrĩ akombori. O mũndũ aarĩ arehage cekeri 1,000 cia betha nĩ ũndũ wa maciaro maguo.
12 My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
No mũgũnda wakwa wa mĩthabibũ nĩ wakwa o niĩ nyiki; cekeri icio 1,000 nĩ ciaku wee Solomoni; nacio cekeri 200 nĩ cia arĩa marĩmagĩra maciaro maguo.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear [it].
Atĩrĩrĩ, wee ũikaraga mĩgũnda-inĩ hamwe na arata a thiritũ yaku, reke o na niĩ njigue mũgambo waku.
14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
Umagara na ihenya mwendwa wakwa, ũtuĩke ta thiiya, kana ta thwariga nyanake ĩrĩ irĩma-inĩ iria ĩrĩ mahuti manungi wega.
