Abụ nke Abụ 8
1 O, a sịkwarị na ị bụ nwanne m nwoke; nke otu nne mụrụ mụ na ya m gaara esutu gị ọnụ mgbe anyị zutere nʼokporoụzọ ma ọ dịkwaghị onye ọbụla ga-eleda m anya.
Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?
2 Agaara m akpọrọ gị baa nʼụlọ nne m, ka ị nọdụ nʼebe ahụ, nʼụlọ onye ziri m ihe. Agaara m enye gị mmanya e tinyere ihe na-esi isi ụtọ, mmanya ụtọ nke pomegranet.
I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.
3 Aka ekpe ya dị nʼokpuru isi m, aka nri ya na-ejikụ m.
His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, ana m agba unu iyi, unu agaghị akpọte maọbụ mee ka ịhụnanya teta tupu ruo mgbe ọ masịrị ya.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
5 Onye bụ onye a si nʼọzara na-abịa, onye na-adabere nʼahụ onye ọ hụrụ nʼanya. Onye a hụrụ nʼanya Nʼokpuru osisi apụl ka m kpọtere gị; nʼebe ahụ ka nne gị tụrụ ime gị; nʼebe ahụ ka ọ nọ mụọ gị.
Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
6 Tụkwasị m dịka mgbaaka ihe a kara nʼobi, dịka mgbaaka ihe a kara nʼaka gị nʼihi na ịhụnanya dị ike dịka ọnwụ, ekworo ya dịkwa ike dịka ala mmụọ. Ọ na-enwupụtakwa dịka ọkụ na-ere ere, dịka ọkụ nke dị ukwu. (Sheol h7585)
Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Ọtụtụ mmiri apụghị imenyụ ịhụnanya, osimiri niile enwekwaghị ike iri ya. Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ga-enye akụ niile nke ụlọ ya nʼihi ịhụnanya, a ga-eleda ya anya nke ukwuu.
Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.
8 Anyị nwekwara otu nwanne nwanyị nta ma ọ kpụbeghị ara. Gịnị ka anyị ga-emere nwanne anyị nwanyị, nʼụbọchị a ga-abịa ịlụ ya?
Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
9 Ọ bụrụ na ọ bụ mgbidi, anyị ga-ewukwasị ụlọ elu ọlaọcha nʼelu ya; ma ọ bụrụ na ọ bụ ọnụ ụzọ, anyị ga-eji ibo e ji osisi sida wuo mechie ya, ichebe ya.
If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
10 Abụ m mgbidi, ara m abụọ guzokwa dịka ụlọ elu. Otu a ka m siri dị nʼanya ya dịka onye na-ewetara ya afọ ojuju.
I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
11 Solomọn nwere ubi vaịnị na Baal-Hamon, o nyefere ubi vaịnị ya nʼaka ndị ọrụ nlekọta. Onye ọbụla nʼime ha ga-eweta puku shekel ọlaọcha maka mkpụrụ ọ na-amịta.
The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Ma ubi vaịnị m bụ nke aka m. Ana m enye ya onye m chọrọ inye. Puku ọlaọcha bụ nke Solomọn, ndị ọrụ ubi ga-enwetakwa narị ọlaọcha abụọ.
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
13 Gị onye bi nʼubi a gbara ogige, gị na ndị enyi gị, kwere ka m nụ olu gị.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
14 Soro m ka anyị pụọ, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, bịakwute m dịka mgbada, maọbụ dịka nwa ele na-awụgharị nʼelu ugwu ebe ụda dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ jupụtara.
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
