Abụ nke Abụ 7
1 Lee ka ụkwụ gị si dị mma nʼime akpụkpọụkwụ gị ada nwa eze. Apata ụkwụ gị abụọ dị ezi mma dịka nkume oke ọnụahịa, ọrụ aka nke ezigbo onye ọkwa ǹka.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Otubo gị mara mma dịka iko nke a gbajuru mmanya. Ukwu gị dị ka ukwu ọka e ji okoko urodi gbaa gburugburu.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
4 Olu gị guzo kwem dị ka ụlọ elu e ji ọdụ wuo. Anya gị abụọ dị ka ọdọ mmiri Heshbọn nke dị nʼakụkụ ọnụ ụzọ ama Bat-Rabim. Imi gị mara mma dị ka ụlọ elu Lebanọn nke chere Damaskọs ihu.
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
5 Isi gị guzo nʼahụ gị ka ugwu Kamel. Agịrị isi nke isi gị dịkwa ogho odo odo. Ịma mma nke agịrị isi gị emela eze onye a dọtara nʼagha.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 Lee ka i si maa mma nke ukwuu, nʼezie, ị mara mma. Ị dịkwa ụtọ nke ukwuu, gị onye m hụrụ nʼanya.
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Ị dị ogologo dịka osisi nkwụ; ara gị abụọ dịkwa ka ụyọkọ mkpụrụ osisi.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
8 Ekwuru m sị, “Aga m arịgoro elu osisi nkwụ ahụ, jidekwa mkpụrụ ya aka.” Ugbu a, ka ara gị abụọ dịkwa ka ụyọkọ mkpụrụ vaịnị, ka isisi nke iku ume gị dịkwa ka mkpụrụ osisi apụl,
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 ka okpo ọnụ gị dịka mmanya makarịsịrị na mma. Onye a hụrụ nʼanya Ka mmanya ahụ gbadaa nwayọọ nye onye m hụrụ nʼanya, na-asọda nwayọọ nʼelu egbugbere ọnụ ya na eze ya.
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Abụ m nke onye ahụ m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ bụkwa m ka ọ chọrọ.
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Bịa, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ka anyị gaa nʼime obodo, ka anyị nọọ ọnọdụ abalị nʼobodo nta.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
12 Ka anyị bilie ngwangwa nʼisi ụtụtụ pụọ jee nʼubi lee ma osisi vaịnị ha amaala ifuru, ma okoko ya agbawaala, ma osisi pomegranet agbawaala okoko. Nʼebe ahụ ka m ga-egosi gị ịhụnanya m.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
13 Nʼebe ahụ ka ị ga-anọ nụ isi nke mandreki na-ewepụta; mkpụrụ osisi niile na-atọ ụtọ ga-adịkwa nʼọnụ ụzọ anyị, ma ndị ọhụrụ ma ndị ochie, nʼihi na edokọtaala m ha maka onye m hụrụ nʼanya.
The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
