Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Yaa bareedduu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii ati akkam bareedda! Iji kee haguuggii kee duubaan gugee fakkaata. Rifeensi mataa keetii akkuma karra reʼootaa kan gaara Giliʼaad irraa gad buʼuu ti.
2 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none [is] barren among them.
Ilkaan kee akkuma karra hoolotaa kan rifeensi irraa haadamee dhiqamee ol dhufaa jiruu ti. Tokkoon tokkoon isaanii lakkuu qabu; isaan keessa maseenni tokko iyyuu hin jiru.
3 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.
Hidhiin kee akkuma kirrii bildiimaa ti; haasaan kee namatti tola. Maddiin kee lamaan haguuggii kee keessatti roomaanii tokkicha iddoo lamatti qoodame fakkaata.
4 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Mormi kee gamoo Daawit kan miʼa lolaa itti kuusuuf ijaarame sana fakkaata; isa irratti gaachana kumatu rarraafama; hundinuu gaachana loltootaa ti.
5 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Guntunni kee lamaan akkuma ilmoolee kuruphee kanneen lakkuu dhalatanii daraaraa keessa dheedanii ti.
6 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Hamma bariʼee gaaddisni baduutti, ani gara tulluu qumbiitii fi gara gaara ixaanaa nan dhaqa.
7 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.
Yaa jaalallee ko, ati guutumaan guutuutti bareedduu dha; ati mudaa tokko illee hin qabdu.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Yaa misirrittii ko, Libaanoonii na wajjin kottu; Libaanoonii na wajjin kottu. Fiixee Amaanaa irraa, fiixee Seniir, fiixee Hermoon irraa gad buʼi; holqa leencaa keessaa, tulluu oolmaa qeerransaa irraas gad buʼi.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, ati qalbii koo hatteerta; ati milʼuu ija keetii tokkoon, faaya morma keetii tokkoon qalbii koo hatteerta.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!
Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, jaalalli kee akkam nama gammachiisa! Jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaa, urgaan shittoo keetiis urgooftuu kam iyyuu caalaa akkam namatti tola!
11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honey-comb; honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.
Yaa misirrittii ko, hidhiin kee akkuma dhaaba dammaa nadhii coccobsa; aannanii fi dammi arraba kee jala jira. Urgaan uffata keetii akkuma urgaa Libaanoon.
12 A garden inclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, ati akkuma iddoo biqiltuu cufamee ti; ati burqaa dallaan itti ijaaramee fi madda chaappaan cufamee dha.
13 Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard,
Biqiltuun kee iddoo roomaanii kan ija filatamaa heennaa fi naardoos qabuu dha;
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
akkasumas naardoosii fi marga urgaaʼu, qundhii fi qarafaa, muka ixaanaa gosa garaa garaa, qumbii, argeessaa fi urgooftuu akka malee gaarii hunda qaba.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Ati burqaa biqiltuu keessaa ti; bishaan boollaa yaaʼu kan Libaanoon irraa gad dhangalaʼuu dha.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, [that] its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Yaa bubbee kaabaa dammaqi; bubbeen kibbaas kottu! Akka urgaan isaa naannoo hunda waliin gaʼuuf biqiltuu koo irratti bubbisi. Michuun koo dhufee, biqiltuu seenee ija filatamaa haa nyaatu.
