Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
Utuu ati akka obboleessa koo kan harma haadha koo hodhee guddatee naa taatee! Ani yoon alatti si arge sin dhungadhan ture; namni tokko iyyuu na hin tuffatu.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Anis si dura deemee mana haadha koo ishee na barsiifte sanaatti sin geessa ture. Akka ati dhugduufis daadhii wayinii kan miʼeeffame cuunfaa roomaanii koos siifin kenna ture.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Harki isaa bitaa mataa koo jala jira; harki isaa mirgaa immoo na hammata.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
Kan michuu isheetti irkattee gammoojjii keessaa ol dhufaa jirtu kun eenyu? Ishee Ani muka hudhaa jalatti sin kakaase; haati kee achitti si ulfoofte; achumattis ciniinsifattee si deesse.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yah. (Sheol h7585)
Akkuma chaappaatti laphee kee irra, akkuma chaappaatti irree kee irra na kaaʼadhu; jaalalli akkuma duʼaa jabduudhaatii; hinaaffaan isaas akkuma awwaalaa hamaa dha. Inni akkuma ibidda balaliʼuu, akkuma arraba ibidda jabaa bobaʼa. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Bishaan baayʼeen jaalala dhaamsuu hin dandaʼu; lagnis dhiqee isa balleessuu hin dandaʼu. Namni tokko qabeenya mana isaa hunda yoo jaalalaaf kenne qabeenyi sun guutumaan guutuutti ni tuffatama.
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
Nu obboleettii xinnoo tokko qabna; isheen guntuta iyyuu hin baafne. Guyyaa isheen heerumaaf kadhatamtutti nu obboleettii keenyaaf maal goona?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Utuu isheen dallaa dhagaa taatee nu silaa gamoo meetii ishee irratti ijaarra ture. Utuu isheen balbala taatee nu silaa birbirsaan ishee marsina.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
Ani dallaa dhagaa ti; guntunni koos akkuma gamoo ti. Kanaafuu ani fuula isaa duratti akkuma nama nagaa fidu tokkootti nan ilaalaman ture.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
Solomoon Baʼaal Haamoon keessaa iddoo dhaabaa wayinii qaba ture; innis iddoo dhaabaa wayinii ofii isaa qottuuwwanitti kiraa kennate. Tokkoon tokkoon isaaniis ija argatan irraa meetii saqilii kuma tokko fiduufii qabu ture.
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Iddoon dhaabaa wayinii kootii, kanuma koo ti; yaa Solomoon, saqiliin kumni sun sumaaf; dhibbi lama immoo kan warra ija isaa eeganii ti.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
Yaa ishee iddoo biqiltuu keessa jiraattu, michoonni sagalee kee dhaggeeffachaa jiru; mee anis nan dhagaʼa!
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
Yaa michuu ko, dafii kottu; akka kuruphee yookaan akka korma gadamsaa kan gaara urgooftuu irra burraaquu taʼi.
