Abụ nke Abụ 6
1 Gị onye mara mma nʼetiti ndị inyom, ebee ka onye ị hụrụ nʼanya jere? Olee ụzọ o sitere? Ka anyị soro gị chọọ ya.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
2 Ọ gara nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, nʼebe ihe ndina ya nke e fesara ụda na-esi isi ụtọ, ijegharị nʼetiti okoko urodi, na ịchịkọta okoko lili.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Abụ m nke onye m hụrụ nʼanya, onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụkwa nke m. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi.
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ị mara mma dịka Tịaza, ị mara mma nke ukwu dịka Jerusalem, ị dị ebube ka usuu ndị agha ji ọkọlọtọ. Ị dị mma ile anya dịka Jerusalem; Ị dị ka ndị agha bu ọkọlọtọ.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
5 Wepụ anya gị nʼebe m nọ, nʼihi na i jirila anya gị dọta m. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịdata site nʼugwu Gilead.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
6 Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke nwa ya furu efu nʼetiti ha.
Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
7 Agba ntị gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
8 E nwere ike nwee iri eze nwanyị isii, na iri ndị iko nwanyị asatọ, na ọtụtụ ụmụ agbọghọ a na-apụghị ịgụta ọnụ,
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
9 ma gị onwe gị, nduru m, ezigbo m zuruoke, pụrụ iche nʼetiti ha niile. Naanị otu nwanyị nne ya nwere, ọ masịrị onye mụrụ ya. Ụmụ agbọghọ hụrụ ya kpọọ ya onye a gọziri agọzi, ndị eze nwanyị na ndị iko nwanyị tooro ya.
One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10 Onye bụ onye a, pụtara ihe dịka chi ọbụbọ, nke mara mma dịka ọnwa, na-enwu dịka anyanwụ, dị ebube ka dị usuu kpakpando na-aga nʼahịrị nʼahịrị?
Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
11 Agara m nʼubi a gbara ogige ebe a kụrụ mkpụrụ osisi, ile ihe na-etopụta ọhụrụ na ndagwurugwu, ilekwa akwụkwọ ndụ ọhụrụ ndị na-epupụta nʼosisi vaịnị, na ị mata ma nʼosisi pomegranet ọ mara ifuru.
I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12 Tupu m mata ebe m nọ, agụ nke mkpụrụobi m adọtala m tinye nʼetiti ụgbọ agha nke ndị eze ala m.
I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Laghachi azụ, gị onye Shulam, laghachi azụ; laghachi azụ, e, laghachi azụ ka anyị lee gị anya. Onye hụrụ ibe ya nʼanya Maka gịnị ka unu ga-eji lee onye Shulam anya dịka ọ bụ ite egwu ndị Mahanaim?
Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
