Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Di da loladafa ani dodo afae gilisili mai ganiya: be. Amasea, na da di logoa gousa: sea, na da di nonogosea, enoga da anima bagade hame dawa: la: loba.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Na da di na: me ea diasuga oule ahoa: noba. Amogawi di da nama sasagesu hou olelema: la: loba. Na da digili ‘bomegala: nidi’ waini hano hedama: ne legele nasu, amoga legei moma: la: loba.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Dia fofadi lobo da na dialuma hagudu diala, amola dia lobodafa da na sogoba: le guda: sa.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Yelusaleme uda! Dilia ania sasagesu hou mae hedofama: ne, anima ilegele sia: ma.” Yelusaleme Uda ilia da amane sia: i,
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
“Nowa da hafoga: i sogeganini ea sasagesu dunu amo ela lobo sioga: ne manabela: ?” Uda da amane sia: sa, ‘A: bele’ ifaha (amogawi di lalelegei) na da di didilisi.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
Dia nama fawane sasagema. Amola dia loboga eno mae sogoba: le, na fawane sogoba: ma. Be gia: i bagade mudasu hou amo da bogosu ea gasa defele gala. Amo hou da lalu agoane heloa: gala: le, lalu gegemoi defele nenana. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
Hanoga haba: domu da hamedei. Hano heda: le, amo magufale haba: dolesimu gogolemu. Be dunu da ea muni bagade amoga sasagesu hou bidi lamusa: dawa: loba, e da enoga higale migasisu fawane ba: la: loba.” Uda ea yolalali ilia da amane sia: i,
8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
“Ninia da uda mano ninia aeya gala. Be ea dodo da asa, hame misi. Goi ayeligi da e lamusa: lobo dila masea, ninia da amo uda manoma adi hamoma: bela: ?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
E da fedege agoane dobea agoane esalea, ninia da e gaga: ma: ne silifa diasu sedade gagagula heda: mu. Be e da logo ga: su agoane esalea, ninia da e gaga: ma: ne, dolo ifa gaga: i beano amo sagamu.” Uda da amane sia: sa,
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
“Na da dobea gala. Na dodo da amo dobea ea diasu sedade gagagula heda: i. Na sasagesu dunu da dawa: Na da ani esalea, olofole amola dogo denesi agoane ba: sa. Dunu da amane sia: i,
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Soloumane da Ba: ile Ha: imone moilaiga waini efe sagai diala. Waini efe sagai ouligisu dunu ilia da amo sagai amoga hawa: hamone, gamimusa: , su (rent) ema bidi iaha. Ilia da afae afae silifa fage 1000agoane ema iaha.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Be na waini efe sagai amo da na: Amola na da na hanaiga fawane eno dunuma iaha. Silifa fage 1000 amo na da di, Soloumane dima iaha. Amola waini sagai ouligisu dunu da ilia la: idi muni silifa fage 200 amo lamu da defea. Dunu da amane sia: i,
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
“Na dogolegei! Na da dia sia: sagaiaganini sia: be nabima: ma! Na sigi aligisu dunu da dia sia: be nabimusa: oulela.” Uda da amane sia: i,
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
“Na sasagesu! Nama misa! ‘Gasele dia’ amola waha debe ‘dia’ gawali goumi alelaloi (amogawi hedama: ne fodole nasu bugi da heda: sa) amoga esalebe, agoaiwane nama misa. Sia: ama dagoi
