Song of Solomon 3
1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
Embhedeni wami ebusuku ngamdinga lowo umphefumulo wami omthandayo; ngamdinga, kodwa kangimtholanga.
2 — Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.
Sengizasuka ngibhodabhode emzini, ezitaladeni lemagcekeni, ngimdinge yena umphefumulo wami omthandayo; ngamdinga, kodwa kangimtholanga.
3 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
Abalindi ababebhodabhoda emzini bangifica. Limbonile yini yena umphefumulo wami omthandayo?
4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Sengidlule kancinyane kubo ngasengimthola yena umphefumulo wami omthandayo. Ngambamba, kangimyekelanga ahambe ngaze ngamletha endlini kamama, lekamelweni lakhe owangimithayo.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
Ngiyalifungisa, madodakazi eJerusalema, ngemiziki kumbe ngezimpala zeganga, ukuze lingaphazamisi lingavusi uthando luze luthande.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Ngubani lo owenyuka evela enkangala njengezinsika zentuthu, eqholwe ngemure lempepha, ngakho konke okucholisisiweyo kwabathengisi?
7 Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Khangela umbheda wakhe ongokaSolomoni, amaqhawe angamatshumi ayisithupha awugombolozela, emaqhaweni akoIsrayeli.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Wonke abambe inkemba efundiselwe impi, yilelo lalelo inkemba yalo emlenzeni walo ngenxa yokwesaba ebusuku.
9 A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Inkosi uSolomoni yazenzela isihlalo sokuthwalwa ngezigodo zeLebhanoni.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Yenza insika zaso ngesiliva, iphansi laso ngegolide, isihlalo saso ngokuyibubende, ubuphakathi baso bubekelelwe ngothando ngamadodakazi eJerusalema.
11 Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Phumani, madodakazi eZiyoni, libone inkosi uSolomoni, ilomqhele unina amethwesa umqhele ngawo ngosuku lomtshado wayo, langosuku lwentokozo yenhliziyo yayo.
