Song of Solomon 1
Weedduu Weeddotaa Solomoon.
2 Kisse he me with the cos of his mouth. For thi tetis ben betere than wyn,
Inni dhungoo afaan isaatiin na haa dhungatu; jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaatii.
3 and yyuen odour with beste oynementis. Thi name is oile sched out; therfor yonge damesels loueden thee.
Urgaan shittoo keetii namatti tola; maqaan kee akkuma shittoo dhangalaafamee ti. Kanaafuu dubarran si jaallatu!
4 Drawe thou me after thee; we schulen renne in to the odour of thin oynementis. The kyng ledde me in to hise celeris; we myndeful of thi teetis aboue wyn, schulen make ful out ioye, and schulen be glad in thee; riytful men louen thee.
Na fudhadhuu deemi; si duukaa fiignaa! Mootichi diinqa isaatti ol na galfate. Michoota Nu sitti gammannee ililchina; jaalala kees daadhii wayinii caalaa jajanna. Ishee Si jaallachuun isaanii akkam sirrii dha!
5 Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y am blak, but fair, as the tabernaclis of Cedar, as the skynnes of Salomon.
Intallan Yerusaalem, ani akkuma dunkaana Qeedaar, akkuma golgaa dunkaana Solomoonis gurraattii dha; garuu bareedduu dha.
6 Nyle ye biholde me, that Y am blak, for the sunne hath discolourid me; the sones of my modir fouyten ayens me, thei settiden me a kepere in vyners; Y kepte not my vyner.
Sababii ani gurraattii taʼeef, ija babaaftee na hin ilaalin; aduutu na gurraachesseetii. Ilmaan haadha koo natti aaranii akka ani iddoo dhaabaa wayinii eegu na taasisan; ani garuu iddoo dhaabaa wayinii koo hin eegganne.
7 Thou spouse, whom my soule loueth, schewe to me, where thou lesewist, where thou restist in myddai; lest Y bigynne to wandre, aftir the flockis of thi felowis.
Yaa isa ani si jaalladhu, iddoo bushaayee kee tikfattuu fi iddoo itti guyyaa saafaa hoolota kee boqochiifattu natti himi. Ani maaliifan akka dubartii fuula ishee haguugattee bushaayee michoota keetii bira asii fi achi joortu tokkoo taʼa?
8 A! thou fairest among wymmen, if thou knowist not thi silf, go thou out, and go forth aftir the steppis of thi flockis; and feede thi kidis, bisidis the tabernaclis of scheepherdis.
Yaa dubartii dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, ati yoo beekuu baatte hoolota duukaa buʼi; ilmoolee reʼoota keetiis dunkaana tiksootaa bira tikfadhu.
9 Mi frendesse, Y licnede thee to myn oost of knyytis in the charis of Farao.
Yaa jaalallee ko, ani akka farda dhalaa fardeen gaarii Faraʼoon harkisan keessaa tokkootti sin ilaala.
10 Thi chekis ben feire, as of a turtle; thi necke is as brochis.
Maddiin kee amartii gurraatiin, mormii kees dirata warqeetiin miidhagfameera.
11 We schulen make to thee goldun ournementis, departid and maad dyuerse with silver.
Nu warqee gurraa meetiidhaan wal make siif tolchina.
12 Whanne the kyng was in his restyng place, my narde yaf his odour.
Utuma mootichi maaddiitti dhiʼaatee jiruu shittoon koo urgaa isaa kenne.
13 My derlyng is a bundel of myrre to me; he schal dwelle bitwixe my tetis.
Michuun koo anaaf korojoo qumbii ti; inni guntuta koo gidduu boqota.
14 My derlyng is to me a cluster of cipre tre, among the vyneres of Engaddi.
Michuun koo anaaf hurbuu daraaraa heennaa kan iddoo dhaabaa wayinii Een Gaadiitii dhufee dha.
15 Lo! my frendesse, thou art fair; lo! thou art fair, thin iyen ben the iyen of culueris.
Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkam bareedda! Dinqii akkam bareedda! Iji kee gugee fakkaata.
16 Lo, my derling, thou art fair, and schapli; oure bed is fair as flouris.
Yaa michuu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii akkam namatti tolta! Margi lalisaan siree keenya.
17 The trees of oure housis ben of cedre; oure couplis ben of cipresse.
Dareersumaan mana keenyaa birbirsa; dagaleen isaa immoo gaattiraa dha.
