< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 [[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;
Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A, wakazonaka! Meso ako uri mumumbure injiva chaidzo. Bvudzi rako rakaita sedanga rembudzi riri kuburuka kubva muGomo reGireadhi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren among them;
Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangobva mukuveurwa, ari kubva kundoshambidzwa. Rimwe nerimwe riine rarakafanana naro, pasina rimwe riri roga zvaro.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;
Miromo yako yakafanana nomucheka mutsvuku; muromo wako wakaisvonaka. Zvavovo zvako zviri mumumbure wako zvakaita sezvikamu zviviri zvedamba.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;
Mutsipa wako wakafanana neshongwe yaDhavhidhi yakavakwa zvinoyevedza. Mairi makaturikwa nhoo dzine chiuru, dzose dziri nhoo dzemhare.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, That feed among the lilies.
Mazamu ako ari maviri akafanana netsvana mbiri dzemhara, mapatya emhara dzinofura pamwe chete pakati pemaruva.
6 When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.
Kusvikira zuva rabuda uye mimvuri yotiza, ndichaenda kugomo remura nokuchikomo chezvinonhuhwira.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!
Wakaisvonaka iwe, mudiwa wangu; mauri hamuna kana chinongo.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, From the mountains of the leopards.
Ngatibvei tose kuRebhanoni, iwe mwenga wangu, ngatibvei tose kuRebhanoni. Buruka kubva pamusoro-soro peAmana, kubva pamusoro peSeniri, pamusoro-soro peHerimoni, kubva kumapako eshumba nokumakomo anofamba-famba mbada.
9 Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Watora mwoyo wangu hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu; wanditora mwoyo nokungondiringa kwawaita kamwe chete, uye nedombo rimwe rinokosha rechishongo chomutsipa wako.
10 How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!
Rudo rwako kwandiri runondifadza sei, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu! Rudo rwako runofadza sei kukunda waini, uye kunhuhwira kwamafuta ako okuzora kunokunda zvose zvinonhuhwira.
11 Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Miromo yako inodonhesa zvinotapira sezinga rouchi, mwenga wangu; uchi nomukaka zviri pasi porurimi rwako. Kunhuhwira kwenguo dzako kwakafanana nokweRebhanoni.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;
Uri bindu rakapfigwa, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu. Uri tsime rakakomberedzwa, nechitubu chakavakirirwa.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,
Miti yako ibindu ramatamba nemimwe michero yakaisvonaka, hena nenaridhi,
14 Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
naridhi nesafuroni, karamusi, nesinamoni, nemiti yose inogadziriswa zvinonhuhwira nemura negavakava, uye nezvose zvinonhuhwira zvakanakisisa.
15 A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!
Uri chitubu chomubindu, tsime remvura inoerera, inoerera ichibva kuRebhanoni.
16 [[M.]] Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.
Muka, iwe mhepo yokumusoro, uye uya iwe mhepo yezasi! Vhuvhuta napabindu rangu kuti kunhuhwirira kwezvirimo kuparadzirwe kwose kwose. Rega mudiwa wangu apinde mubindu rake, agoravira michero yaro yakaisvonaka, sepaanodira.

< Song of Solomon 4 >