Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Khangela, umuhle, mthandwa wami, khangela, umuhle. Amehlo akho angawamajuba ngaphakathi kweveyili lakho; inwele zakho zinjengomhlambi wembuzi zisehla entabeni iGileyadi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.
Amazinyo akho anjengomhlambi wezimvukazi ezigundiweyo, ezikhuphuka ekugezisweni, okuthi zonke zazo zizele amaphahla, njalo kungekho efelwayo phakathi kwazo.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
Indebe zakho zinjengentambo ebomvu, lenkulumo yakho yinhle. Inhlafuno zakho phakathi kweveyili lakho zinjengocezu lwepomegranati.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.
Intamo yakho injengomphotshongo kaDavida owakhiwe waba yindlu yezikhali, okulenga kuwo amahawu ayinkulungwane, wonke ayizihlangu zamaqhawe.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Amabele akho womabili anjengabantwana ababili bomziki, abangamaphahla empala, abadla phakathi kwemiduze.
6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Kuze kube semadabukakusa, lamathunzi abaleke, mina ngizakuya entabeni yemure, leqaqeni lwempepha.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
Wena wonke umuhle, mthandwa wami, kakukho sici kuwe.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Woza lami sisuke eLebhanoni, makoti wami, lami sisuke eLebhanoni. Khangela usengqongeni yeAmana, engqongeni yeSeniri leyeHermoni, ezimbalwini zezilwane, entabeni zezingwe.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Uyithumbile inhliziyo yami, dadewethu, makoti, uyithumbile inhliziyo yami ngelinye lamehlo akho, ngesigqizo esisodwa sentamo yakho.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
Luhle kangakanani uthando lwakho, dadewethu, makoti! Lungcono kangakanani uthando lwakho kulewayini, lephunga lamagcobo akho kulamakha wonke.
11 Thy lips, [O my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Indebe zakho, makoti, zithonta njengohlanga loluju; uluju lochago kungaphansi kolimi lwakho, lephunga lezembatho zakho linjengephunga leLebhanoni.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Uyisivande esikhiyiweyo, dadewethu, makoti, umthombo okhiyiweyo, isiphethu esinanyekwe ngophawu.
13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
Amahlumela akho ayisivande samapomegranati, lezithelo ezimnandi, ihena lenadi,
14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
inadi lesafroni, ikhalamu lekinamoni, lezihlahla zonke zempepha, imure lenhlaba, lamakha wonke aqakathekileyo;
15 [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
umthombo wezivande, umgodi wamanzi aphilayo, lezifula ezivela eLebhanoni.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Vuka, moya wenyakatho, uze lawe, moya weningizimu, uphephethe esivandeni sami ukuze amakha aso ageleze aphume. Kasize isithandwa sami esivandeni saso, sidle izithelo zaso ezimnandi.
