< Rwĩmbo 8 >

1 Naarĩ korwo no ũtuĩke ta mũrũ wa maitũ, ũrĩa wongire nyondo cia maitũ! Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ingĩgũtũnga nja, ndaakũmumunya, na gũtirĩ mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ ũngĩĩmena.
Bride to Groom: Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me?
2 Ingĩgũtongoria, ngũtware nyũmba ya maitũ, ũcio wandutire maũndũ. Ingĩkũhe ndibei ĩrĩa njamithie wega ũnyue, o yo ngogoyo ya mĩkomamanga yakwa.
I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates.
3 Guoko gwake kwa ũmotho akũigĩte rungu rwa mũtwe wakwa, nakuo guoko gwake kwa ũrĩo gũkaahĩmbĩria.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Inyuĩ aarĩ a Jerusalemu, ndamwĩhĩtithia atĩrĩ: Mũtikoimbuthũre wendo o na kana mũwarahũre, o nginya wĩrirĩrie kwarahũka guo mwene.
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
5 Nũũ ũyũ ũroka ambatĩte oimĩte werũ-inĩ, etiiranĩtie na mwendwa wake? Mwendwa Rungu-inĩ rwa mũtĩ wa matunda nĩho ndakwarahũrire ũrĩ toro; hau nĩho nyũkwa aagĩĩrĩire nda yaku, o hau nĩho ũcio warĩ na ruo rwa kũrũmwo aagũciarĩire.
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Groom to Bride: Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated.
6 Njĩkĩra ta mũhũũri ngoro-inĩ yaku, ũũhũũre ta mũhũũri guoko-inĩ gwaku; amu wendo ũrĩ hinya o ta gĩkuũ, ũiru waguo ũmĩtie ngoro o ta mbĩrĩra. Ũcinaga o ta mwaki ũrakana, na o ta rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũnene mũno rwa Jehova. (Sheol h7585)
Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Maaĩ maingĩ matingĩhota kũhoria wendo; njũũĩ itingĩhota kũũthereria. Korwo mũndũ no aheane ũtonga wothe wa nyũmba yake nĩ ũndũ wa wendo-rĩ, no kũnyũrũrio ũngĩnyũrũrio o biũ.
A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
8 Nĩtũrĩ na kairĩtu ka maitũ, nako gatiumĩtie nyondo. Tũgeka atĩa nĩ ũndũ wa kairĩtu kau gaitũ, mũthenya ũrĩa gagaatuĩka ga kũũrio?
Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
9 Korwo nĩ rũthingo-rĩ, tũngĩaka mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ ya betha igũrũ rĩako. Korwo nĩ mũrango-rĩ, tũngĩkahingĩrĩria na mbaũ cia mũtarakwa.
If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
10 Niĩ ndĩ rũthingo, nacio nyondo ciakwa ihaana ta mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio maitho-inĩ make-rĩ, nduĩkĩte o ta mũndũ ũtũmaga aiganĩre.
Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
11 Solomoni aarĩ na mũgũnda wa mĩthabibũ kũu Baali-Hamoni; mũgũnda ũcio wa mĩthabibũ akĩũkomborithia kũrĩ akombori. O mũndũ aarĩ arehage cekeri 1,000 cia betha nĩ ũndũ wa maciaro maguo.
The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
12 No mũgũnda wakwa wa mĩthabibũ nĩ wakwa o niĩ nyiki; cekeri icio 1,000 nĩ ciaku wee Solomoni; nacio cekeri 200 nĩ cia arĩa marĩmagĩra maciaro maguo.
Groom: My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit.
13 Atĩrĩrĩ, wee ũikaraga mĩgũnda-inĩ hamwe na arata a thiritũ yaku, reke o na niĩ njigue mũgambo waku.
Bride to Groom: Your friends are attentive to those who have been dwelling in the gardens. Cause me to heed your voice.
14 Umagara na ihenya mwendwa wakwa, ũtuĩke ta thiiya, kana ta thwariga nyanake ĩrĩ irĩma-inĩ iria ĩrĩ mahuti manungi wega.
Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.

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