Chante Salomon 8
1 O ke ou te tankou frè m, ki te souse nan tete a manman m. Si mwen te jwenn ou deyò, mwen ta bo ou; nonplis, pèsòn pa ta denonse m pou sa!
Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
2 Mwen ta mennen ou e fè ou antre lakay a manman m ki te konn enstwi mwen an. Mwen ta bay ou diven pafime ki sòti nan ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen e men dwat li anbrase m.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
4 “Mwen vle nou sèmante, o fi Jérusalem yo, pa fè lanmou a vin leve, ni ankouraje l jiskaske se plezi li.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
5 Se ki fi sa a k ap monte sòti nan dezè a, k ap apiye sou cheri li a?” Jenn Fi an Anba pye pòm nan, mwen te fè ou leve; se la manman ou te gen doulè e te fè ou vin parèt.
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
6 Mete mwen tankou yon so sou kè ou, tankou yon so sou bra ou. Paske lanmou gen fòs menm jan ak lanmò. Jalouzi sevè tankou Sejou mò yo; lè l pete se tankou dife k ap pete. Vrèman se flanm SENYÈ a. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
7 Anpil dlo p ap ka etenn lanmou, ni rivyè p ap ka inonde l. Menm si yon nonm ta bay tout richès lakay li pou lanmou, sa ta konplètman meprize.
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
8 Nou gen yon ti sè e li pa gen tete menm; kisa n ap fè pou sè nou an nan jou ke yon moun ta vin pale pou l ta fiyanse avè l?
We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 Si ti fi a se yon mi, nou va bati yon ranpa fèt an ajan pou antoure l; men, si li se yon pòt, n ap fè yon barikad ak gwo planch bwa sèd.
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.
10 Mwen te yon miray e tete mwen te tankou fò yo; konsa, mwen te devni nan zye li kon yon moun ki jwenn lapè.
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 Salomon te gen yon chan rezen nan Baal-Hamon; Li te bay jerans chan rezen an a gadyen yo. Yo chak te gen pou pote mil sik ajan pou fwi li yo.
Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
12 Pwòp chan rezen mwen an se devan m; mil sik ajan yo se pou ou, Salomon ak de-san pou sila ki okipe fwi li yo.
My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 O ou menm, ki chita nan jaden yo, ansanm ak zanmi mwen yo, kite m tande vwa ou.
The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 Annou pati, cheri mwen an! Fè tankou yon antilòp, oswa yon jenn sèf sou mòn ki plen epis yo.
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
