Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother. If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
Singa wali muganda wange eyakuzibwa mmange era eyayonka amabeere ga mmange, nandikusanze ebweru nandikunywegedde ne wataba n’omu annyooma.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Nandikukulembedde ne nkuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, oyo eyangigiriza. Nandikuwadde wayini okunywa ng’alimu ebyakaloosa, omubisi ogw’amakomamawanga gange.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambaatira.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi mbakuutira, temusiikuula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa ng’ekiseera ekituufu kituuse.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
Ani oyo gwe tulengera ng’ava mu ddungu nga yeesigamye muganzi we? Omwagalwa Nakuzuukusa ng’oli wansi w’omuti ogw’omucungwa. Eyo maama wo gye yafunira olubuto era eyo maama wo gye yakuzaalira mu bulumi obungi.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (Sheol h7585)
Nteeka ng’akabonero ku mutima gwo, era ng’akabonero ku mukono gwo, kubanga okwagala kwa maanyi ng’okufa, obuggya bwakwo buli ng’obusungu obw’emagombe. Kwaka ng’ennimi ez’omuliro, omuliro ogwaka n’amaanyi ennyo. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Amazzi amangi tegamalaawo nnyonta ya kwagala n’emigga tegiyinza kukumalawo. Singa omuntu awaayo obugagga bwe bwonna obw’ennyumba ye okufuna okwagala, asekererwa nnyo.
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
Tulina muto waffe atannamera mabeere, naye tulikola tutya bw’alituuka okwogerezebwa?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Singa abadde bbugwe twandimuzimbyeko eminaala egya ffeeza, singa abadde luggi twandimuggalidde na mivule.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
Ndi bbugwe era n’amabeere gange gali ng’ekitikkiro, noolwekyo mu maaso ge, mmufuukidde aleeta emirembe.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
Sulemaani yalina ennimiro y’emizabbibu e Baaluka Kamooni, n’agisigira abalimi. Buli omu ku bo yamusalira ebitundu bya ffeeza lukumi.
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Ennimiro yange ey’emizabbibu, yange, ebitundu olukumi bibyo ggwe Sulemaani, ebitundu ebikumi bibiri by’abo abalabirira ennimiro.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice.
Ggwe abeera mu nnimiro ne mikwano gyo nga weebali, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo.
14 Come away, my beloved. Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Yanguwa okuvaayo eyo, odduke mangu ng’empeewo oba ng’ennangaazi ento, oddukire ku nsozi ezijjudde ebyakaloosa.
