Song of Solomon 3
1 [SHE] Upon my couch, in the night-time, sought I the beloved of my soul, —I sought him, but found him not.
Ekiro kyonna nga ndi ku kitanda kyange, nalindirira emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne munoonya naye saamulaba.
2 Come! I must arise, and go about in the city, In the paths and in the broadways, I must seek the beloved of my soul, —I sought him, but found him not.
Nnaagolokoka ne ntambulatambulako mu kibuga, mu nguudo ne mu bifo ebigazi; nanoonya emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne nnindirira naye saamulaba.
3 The watchmen that go round in the city, found me, The beloved of my soul, have ye seen?
Abakuumi b’ekibuga abaali balawuna mu kibuga, ne bansisinkana, ne mbabuuza nti, “Mundabidde ku oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala?”
4 Scarcely had I passed from them, when I found the beloved of my soul, —I caught him, and would not let him go, until that I had brought him into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Twali twakayisiŋŋanya, ne ndaba oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala. Ne munnywegera ne simuganya kugenda, okutuusa lwe namuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, ne mutwala mu kisenge ky’oyo eyanzaala.
5 [HE] I adjure you ye, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please.
Mbakuutira mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’oku ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kwesiimidde.
6 [THEY] Who is this, coming up out of the wilderness, like pillars of smoke, —with perfume of myrrh, and frankincense, besides all the aromatic powder of the merchant?
Ani oyo ajja ng’ava mu ddungu, afaanana ng’empagi ey’omukka, asaabye ebyakaloosa ebya mooli n’omugavu, okuva mu byakaloosa byonna eby’omusuubuzi?
7 Lo! his couch,’tis Solomon’s own, Threescore heroes, around it, —of the heroes of Israel:
Laba, kye kigaali kya Sulemaani, ekiwerekeddwako abasajja ab’amaanyi nga nkaaga, abalwanyi abazira abasingayo mu Isirayiri,
8 All of them, grasping the sword, trained for war, —every man, with his sword upon his thigh, because of dread, in the night-time.
bonna balina ebitala, era bamanyirivu mu kulwana; buli omu n’ekitala kye mu kiwato kye, nga beetegekedde entiisa ey’ekiro.
9 A palanquin, King Solomon made himself, of the trees of Lebanon:
Kabaka Sulemaani yeekolera ekigaali eky’emiti egy’omu Lebanooni.
10 The supports thereof, made he of silver, the couch thereof, of gold, the seat thereof, of purple, —the midst thereof, hath an inlay of love from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Empagi zaakyo yazisiigako ffeeza, ne wansi waakyo nga wa zaabu, n’entebe yaamu ng’eriko olugoye lwa ffulungu; ne munda nga mwaliire bulungi n’okwagala, okw’abawala ba Yerusaalemi.
11 Go forth and gaze, ye daughters of Zion, upon King Solomon, —wearing the crown, wherewith his mother, crowned him, in the day of his marriage, and in the day of his heart gladness.
Mufulume, mmwe abawala ba Sayuuni, mulabe ku Kabaka Sulemaani ng’ayambadde engule, engule nnyina gye yamutikkira ku lunaku olw’embaga ye, ku lunaku omutima gwe kwe gwasanyukira.
