Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Weedduu Weeddotaa Solomoon.
2 Oh that he might kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy caresses are more pleasant than wine.
Inni dhungoo afaan isaatiin na haa dhungatu; jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaatii.
3 To the smell are thy fragrant oils pleasant, [like] precious oil poured forth is thy name [famous afar]: therefore do maidens love thee.
Urgaan shittoo keetii namatti tola; maqaan kee akkuma shittoo dhangalaafamee ti. Kanaafuu dubarran si jaallatu!
4 Oh draw me, after thee will we run: the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will recall thy caresses, more [pleasant] than wine; without deceit [all] love thee.—
Na fudhadhuu deemi; si duukaa fiignaa! Mootichi diinqa isaatti ol na galfate. Michoota Nu sitti gammannee ililchina; jaalala kees daadhii wayinii caalaa jajanna. Ishee Si jaallachuun isaanii akkam sirrii dha!
5 Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Intallan Yerusaalem, ani akkuma dunkaana Qeedaar, akkuma golgaa dunkaana Solomoonis gurraattii dha; garuu bareedduu dha.
6 Look not so at me, because I am somewhat black, because the sun hath looked fiercely at me: my mother's children were angry with me; they appointed me to be keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard, which is my own, have I not kept.—
Sababii ani gurraattii taʼeef, ija babaaftee na hin ilaalin; aduutu na gurraachesseetii. Ilmaan haadha koo natti aaranii akka ani iddoo dhaabaa wayinii eegu na taasisan; ani garuu iddoo dhaabaa wayinii koo hin eegganne.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner by the flocks of thy companions?—
Yaa isa ani si jaalladhu, iddoo bushaayee kee tikfattuu fi iddoo itti guyyaa saafaa hoolota kee boqochiifattu natti himi. Ani maaliifan akka dubartii fuula ishee haguugattee bushaayee michoota keetii bira asii fi achi joortu tokkoo taʼa?
8 If thou knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—
Yaa dubartii dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, ati yoo beekuu baatte hoolota duukaa buʼi; ilmoolee reʼoota keetiis dunkaana tiksootaa bira tikfadhu.
9 Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
Yaa jaalallee ko, ani akka farda dhalaa fardeen gaarii Faraʼoon harkisan keessaa tokkootti sin ilaala.
10 Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
Maddiin kee amartii gurraatiin, mormii kees dirata warqeetiin miidhagfameera.
11 Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
Nu warqee gurraa meetiidhaan wal make siif tolchina.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
Utuma mootichi maaddiitti dhiʼaatee jiruu shittoon koo urgaa isaa kenne.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
Michuun koo anaaf korojoo qumbii ti; inni guntuta koo gidduu boqota.
14 A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
Michuun koo anaaf hurbuu daraaraa heennaa kan iddoo dhaabaa wayinii Een Gaadiitii dhufee dha.
15 Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkam bareedda! Dinqii akkam bareedda! Iji kee gugee fakkaata.
16 Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
Yaa michuu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii akkam namatti tolta! Margi lalisaan siree keenya.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
Dareersumaan mana keenyaa birbirsa; dagaleen isaa immoo gaattiraa dha.
