< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 Oh that some one would make thee as my brother that hath sucked my mother's breasts! should I then find thee without, I would kiss thee; and yet, people would not despise me.
Poukisa se pa t' frè m' ou te ye, frè ki tete menm manman avè m'? Lè m' ta kontre avè ou nan lari, m' ta gen dwa bo ou, pesonn pa ta wè mal nan sa.
2 I would lead thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, thou shouldst teach me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the sweet juice of my pomegranate.
Mwen ta mennen ou lakay manman m', mwen ta fè ou antre. Ou ta moutre m' sa pou m' fè. M' ta ba ou diven melanje ak fèy santi bon ak ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
3 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might embrace me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please [to come of itself]?—
Nou menm medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?—Under the apple-tree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.
Kilès sa a k'ap vin sot nan dezè a? Kilès sa a ki apiye sou bra mennaj li konsa? Anba pye ponm lan, mwen leve ou nan dòmi. Se la ou te fèt. Se la manman ou te fè ou wè solèy.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God. (Sheol h7585)
Pa renmen lòt moun pase mwen ase! Kenbe m' fò nan bra ou! renmen tankou lanmò. Lè ou renmen yon moun tout bon, se mouri w'ap mouri pou li. renmen met dife nan tout kò ou. Dife sa a se nan Bondye li soti. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.—
Pa gen dlo ki ka touye l'. Pa gen larivyè ki ka tenyen l'. Yon moun te mèt ofri tout richès lakay li pou l' ta achte renmen, pesonn pa ta okipe l'.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on the day when she shall be spoken for?
Nou gen yon ti sè, li poko menm pouse tete. Kisa pou nou fè pou li si yon jenn gason vin ap file l'?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.—
Si se yon miray li ye, n'a bati yon gwo fò won an ajan sou li. Si se yon pòt li ye, n'a fèmen l' ak batan sèd, n'a kouvri l' ak panno bwa sèd.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
Se yon miray ranpa mwen ye. Tete m' tankou de fò. Se poutèt sa, nan je mennaj mwen, m' se yon fanm ki jwenn bonè m'.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-hamon; he had given up the vineyard unto the keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
Salomon te gen yon jaden rezen yon kote yo rele Baal-Amon. Li bay kèk moun okipe l' pou li. Lè rekòt, yo chak pou te ba li mil (1.000) pyès ajan.
12 My vineyard, which was mine, was before me: thine, O Solomon, be the thousand, and let two hundred be for those that keep its fruit.—
Mwen gen jaden rezen pa m' m'ap okipe. Salomon, ou mèt kenbe mil (1.000) pyès ajan pa ou yo ak desan (200) pyès ajan pou moun k'ap veye rekòt la.
13 “Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions listen for thy voice: oh let me hear it.”
Zanmi kanmarad ap pare zòrèy pou tande ou. Fè m' tande vwa ou non, ou menm ki rete nan jaden yo!
14 Flee away, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck, or the fawn of the hinds, upon the mountain of spices.
Kouri non, mennaj mwen! Kouri tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit sou mòn ki gen bon sant yo!

< Song of Solomon 8 >