< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,
Leenụ ka i si maa mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, e, ị mara mma! Anya gị abụọ nke dị nʼazụ akwa mkpuchi ihu gị dị ka nduru. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịda nʼakụkụ ugwu Gilead.
2 Your teeth as a row of the shorn ones that have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ a ka kpachapụrụ ajị ha ọhụrụ, nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke gba aka nwa nʼetiti ha.
3 As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, And your speech [is] lovely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,
Egbugbere ọnụ gị abụọ dị ka ogho uhie. Ọnụ gị dị mma ile anya. Agba nti gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
4 As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
Olu gị dị ka ụlọ elu Devid, nke e wuziri nke ọma. E konyere puku ọta na ya, ha niile bụ ọta nke ndị ọka nʼagha.
5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ, nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge, ndị na-ata nri nʼetiti okoko urodi.
6 Until the day breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ, tutu onyinyo agbalaga, aga m aga nʼugwu ụda máá na nʼugwu insensi.
7 You [are] all beautiful, my friend, And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Ị mara mma nke ukwuu, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ dịkwaghị ntụpọ ọbụla dị gị nʼahụ.
8 Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
Si na Lebanọn soro m, nwunye m lụrụ ọhụrụ. Si na Lebanọn bịa soro m; rịdata site nʼugwu Amana, nʼugwu Senia, na nʼugwu Hemon, site nʼọgba ọdụm nʼugwu niile ebe agụ bi.
9 You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
I riela m obi, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m; i riela m obi, i werela ile anya gị na ihe olu i yi rie obi m.
10 How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been your loves than wine, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.
Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị ụtọ, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m. Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị mma nke ukwuu karịa mmanya, isisi ụtọ nke mmanụ otite gị na-esi isi ọma karịa mmanụ ụda ọbụla.
11 Your lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Egbugbere ọnụ gị dị ụtọ dịka mmanụ aṅụ dị, nwunye ọhụrụ m, mmiri ara ehi na mmanụ aṅụ dị nʼokpuru ire gị, isisi ụtọ nke uwe gị na-esi ka Lebanọn
12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.
Ubi a gbara ogige, ma gbachiekwa, ka nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ bụ. Ị bụ isi iyi nke a gbara ogige, rachiekwa.
13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Ihe ọkụkọ dị nʼime ogige gị bụ pomegranet nwere ezi mkpụrụ dị oke ọnụahịa, nke nwere henna na naad,
14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
naad na safron, kalamus na sinamọn, na osisi nke ihe nsure ọkụ na-esi isi ụtọ, na ụda máá, na aloos na ụda kachasị mma dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
I bụ isi iyi nke ubi a gbara ogige, olulu mmiri dị ndụ nke si na Lebanọn asọdata.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
Teta nʼụra gị ifufe si nʼugwu; bịakwa gị ifufe si na ndịda, fekwasị ubi m a gbara ogige, ka isisi ụda ya dị ụtọ fesaa ebe niile, ka onye m hụrụ nʼanya bịa nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, ka ọ bịa rie mkpụrụ dị iche iche dị nʼime ya nke dị oke ọnụahịa.

< Song of Solomon 4 >