< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none 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 thee, [and] bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of 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 [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambaatira.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi mbakuutira, temusiikuula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa ng’ekiseera ekituufu kituuse.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened thee: there thy mother was in travail with thee, there was she in travail that brought thee forth.
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 upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the flashes thereof 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 cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned.
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, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Tulina muto waffe atannamera mabeere, naye tulikola tutya bw’alituuka okwogerezebwa?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver: and if she be 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 the towers [thereof]: then was I in his eyes as one that 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 let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.
Sulemaani yalina ennimiro y’emizabbibu e Baaluka Kamooni, n’agisigira abalimi. Buli omu ku bo yamusalira ebitundu bya ffeeza lukumi.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Ennimiro yange ey’emizabbibu, yange, ebitundu olukumi bibyo ggwe Sulemaani, ebitundu ebikumi bibiri by’abo abalabirira ennimiro.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: cause me to hear it.
Ggwe abeera mu nnimiro ne mikwano gyo nga weebali, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Yanguwa okuvaayo eyo, odduke mangu ng’empeewo oba ng’ennangaazi ento, oddukire ku nsozi ezijjudde ebyakaloosa.

< Song of Solomon 8 >