< 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,
Nenrera amima nenka ra hunka nagri nensarogama mani'nantesina, knare hisine. Na'ankure vahe'mo'za nenagazage'na korora osu, amne kagira antako nehuge'za mago kea osazasine.
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,
Nagra kavre'na rempima hunami'nea a' nenrera nompinka vusine. Haganentake mnazanteti eri havia hu'nea waini tina kamugenka nenanke'na, haganentake pomigreneti tinena kamugenka nasine.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Hoga kazanu naseni fitara ante harage hunenka, tamaga kazanu nanuki fanki hasine.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Jerusalemi kumate a'nemota veamo'ma aravema hu antahintahia tazeri o'otinenunkeno kna fatgo'are egahie huta huvempa hiho.
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.
Ina mofamo ka'ma kokana atreno ne-eno, avesima nentea ne'mofo asumpina maserino ne-e? Mofamo'a huno, Negrera'ma atagu'ma nehuno kasegante'nea epoli zafa agafafima mani'nankena kavufga kazeri oti'noe.
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)
Taferomofo avaza'a erigiankna hunka, tumoka'amofo agofetu navrenentenka asama nehiaza hunka kazampasanafina nagrike navrento. Na'ankure navesizamofo hankanavemo'a frizamofo hankavemo'ma hiaza huno tusi hankanaveti'ne. Navesizamo'a tusi hankanavetino matipima vahe'ma asenenteankna hu'ne. Navesizamo'a teve anefamo'ma hagana hagana'ma hiaza huno hagana hagana huno marenerie. (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.
Avesizamofo tevea rama'a timo'a resura osuge, tima hageno esia timo'a avesizana erino vugara osu'ne. Hagi mago ne'mo'ma avesizama mika zago fenonteti'ma tesi'zama hanige'za, vahe'mo'za tusi kiza zokago ke huntegahaze.
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?
Nerasaro'a osi mofa mani'negeno, amima'amo'a oharage'ne. Hagi mago'a vahe'mo'zama a' erintegahune hu'zama hanageta, tagra nerasarona na'a huntegahune?
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.
Hagi nersaro'ma kuma keginagna'ma huno maniresina, ana kegina agofetura silvareti zaza nona kita manineta kegava huntosine. Hagi agrama kafama maniresina, tagra sida zafagna huneta, kahantera ahekanirentosine.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Nagra kuma keginagna hu'nogeno, amini'amo'a za'za nonkna hu'ne. Hagi navesimanentoa ne'mo'a agrama nenageno'a tusiza huno ananke nakrura nehuno avesinante'ne.
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;
Solomoni'a Ba'al-hamoni kumatera waini hoza ante'neanagi, ana waini hoza vahe'mo'za kegava hu'naze. Hagi ana hozama kegavama hu'neza zagoma troma nehaza vahe'mo'za hozama ante'za zafa rgama tagiza nona'a 1tauseni'a silva zago eme amitere hu'naze.
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!
Hianagi nagri waini hoza nagri su'ankina amigahuankino, Solomoni'a 1tausenia silva zagoa miza osegahie. Hianagi 200'a sekeli zagoreti hozama kegavama nehaza vahera mizana zamigahue.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Hozafima mani'namoka, nagrane nemaniza vahe'mo'za kagri kagerukura zamagesa ante'za nentahize. Hagi natrege'na kagerura antahi'neno.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Navesima negantomoka gezeriema nehaza afi ve dia afumo'ma nehiaza nehunka, kasefa afi ve dia afumo'ma mananentake zama me'nea agonaramimpima vanoma nehiaza hunka ame hunka nagritega eno.

< Song of Solomon 8 >