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.
Aue me i rite koe ki toku tungane i ngote nei i nga u o toku whaea! Ka kite ahau i a koe i waho, ka kihia koe e ahau; ae, e kore tetahi e whakahawea ki ahau.
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.
Ka aratakina koe e ahau, ka kawea ki te whare o toku whaea, ko ia ano hei whakaako i ahau; ka whakainumia koe e ahau ki te waina whakaranu, ki te wai o taku pamekaranete.
3 His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Ko tona maui ki raro i toku matenga, ko tona matau ki te awhi i ahau.
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.
He ki atu tenei naku ki a koutou, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, kaua e whakaohokia, kaua e whakaarahia taku e aroha nei, kia pai ra ano ia.
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.
Ko wai tenei e haere mai nei i te koraha e taupuhipuhi nei ki tana i aroha ai? Naku koe i whakaara ake i raro i te aporo; ko te wahi tena i puta mai ai koe i roto i tou whaea; i puta mai ano koe i reira i roto i te wahine i whanau ai koe.
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)
Waiho ahau hei hiri ki tou ngakau, hei hiri ki tou ringa; rite tahi hoki ki to te mate te kaha o te aroha; nanakia tonu te hae, ano ko te urupa, ko ona hiko, he hiko ahi, he mura pu na Ihowa. (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.
Nui te wai, e kore te aroha e taea te tinei, e kore ano e ngaro i nga awa: ahakoa i hoatu e te tangata nga rawa katoa o tona whare mo te aroha, ka whakahaweatia rawatia.
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?
He teina nohinohi to matou, kahore hoki ona u: me pehea matou ki to matou teina i te ra e korerotia ai ia?
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.
Ki te mea he taiepa ia, ka hanga e tatou he pourewa ki runga ki a ia, he mea hiriwa: ki te mea he tatau ia, ka whakakopakina ia e tatou ki nga papa hita.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
He taiepa ahau, ko oku u, ano ko ona pourewa; no reira, ki tana titiro mai, i rite ahau ki tetahi kua kite i te ata noho.
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.
He mara waina ta Horomona i Paarahamono, tukua atu ana e ia te mara ki nga kaitiaki; kotahi mano nga hiriwa hei kawenga mai ma tenei, ma tenei hei utu mo ona hua.
12 My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
Ko taku mara, ko taku ake, kei toku aroaro: mau, e Horomona, te kotahi mano, a ma nga kaitiaki o ona hua e rua rau.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear [it].
E koe e noho nei i nga kari, e whakarongo ana nga hoa ki tou reo: meinga kia rongo ahau.
14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
Kia hohoro, e taku e aroha nei, kia rite koe ki te anaterope, ki te kuao hata ranei i runga i nga maunga kinaki kakara.
