Song of Solomon 8
1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
Singa wali muganda wange eyakuzibwa mmange era eyayonka amabeere ga mmange, nandikusanze ebweru nandikunywegedde ne wataba n’omu annyooma.
2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Nandikukulembedde ne nkuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, oyo eyangigiriza. Nandikuwadde wayini okunywa ng’alimu ebyakaloosa, omubisi ogw’amakomamawanga gange.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambaatira.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi mbakuutira, temusiikuula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa ng’ekiseera ekituufu kituuse.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
Ani oyo gwe tulengera ng’ava mu ddungu nga yeesigamye muganzi we? Omwagalwa Nakuzuukusa ng’oli wansi w’omuti ogw’omucungwa. Eyo maama wo gye yafunira olubuto era eyo maama wo gye yakuzaalira mu bulumi obungi.
6 Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
Nteeka ng’akabonero ku mutima gwo, era ng’akabonero ku mukono gwo, kubanga okwagala kwa maanyi ng’okufa, obuggya bwakwo buli ng’obusungu obw’emagombe. Kwaka ng’ennimi ez’omuliro, omuliro ogwaka n’amaanyi ennyo. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
Amazzi amangi tegamalaawo nnyonta ya kwagala n’emigga tegiyinza kukumalawo. Singa omuntu awaayo obugagga bwe bwonna obw’ennyumba ye okufuna okwagala, asekererwa nnyo.
8 We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Tulina muto waffe atannamera mabeere, naye tulikola tutya bw’alituuka okwogerezebwa?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
Singa abadde bbugwe twandimuzimbyeko eminaala egya ffeeza, singa abadde luggi twandimuggalidde na mivule.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Ndi bbugwe era n’amabeere gange gali ng’ekitikkiro, noolwekyo mu maaso ge, mmufuukidde aleeta emirembe.
11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
Sulemaani yalina ennimiro y’emizabbibu e Baaluka Kamooni, n’agisigira abalimi. Buli omu ku bo yamusalira ebitundu bya ffeeza lukumi.
12 My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Ennimiro yange ey’emizabbibu, yange, ebitundu olukumi bibyo ggwe Sulemaani, ebitundu ebikumi bibiri by’abo abalabirira ennimiro.
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Ggwe abeera mu nnimiro ne mikwano gyo nga weebali, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Yanguwa okuvaayo eyo, odduke mangu ng’empeewo oba ng’ennangaazi ento, oddukire ku nsozi ezijjudde ebyakaloosa.
