Weedduu 3
1 Ani halkan guutuu siree koo irra ciisee nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaade; ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not.
2 Ani amma kaʼeen magaalaa keessa, daandiiwwanii fi oobdiiwwan irra nan deema; nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaada. Kanaafuu ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and I found him not.
3 Eegdonni utuu magaalaa keessa naannaʼanuu na argan; anis, “Michuu koo argitanii?” jedheen isaan gaafadhe.
The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen him, whom my soul loveth?
4 Ani akkuman xinnoo isaan bira darbeen, nama lubbuun koo jaallattu sana nan argadhe. Anis isa nan qabadhe; hamman mana haadha kootti, diinqa haadha koo ishee garaatti na baatte sanaatti ol galchutti gad isa hin dhiisne.
When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go, till I bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that bore me.
5 Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti, jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.
6 Isheen qumbii fi ixaana urgooftuu daldaltootaa hunda irraa hojjetameen urgeeffamtee akkuma utubaa aaraa gammoojjii keessaa ol baatu kun eenyu?
Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer?
7 Kunoo! Siree Solomoon kan loltoota jaatama warra Israaʼel keessaa bebeekamoo taʼaniin marfamteerti.
Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon?
8 Hundi isaanii goraadee hidhatu; hundinuu muuxannoo waraanaa qabu; tokkoon tokkoon isaanii goraadee isaanii luqqeettuutti hidhatanii lola halkaniitiif qophaaʼan.
All holding swords, and most expert in war: every man’s sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
9 Solomoon mootichi ofii isaatii gaarii tolfate; innis muka Libaanoon irraa tolfate.
King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus:
10 Inni utubaa isaa meetiidhaan hojjete; jala isaa garuu warqeedhaan hojjete. Teessoon isaa kirrii diimaa dhiilgeedhaan hojjetame; keessi isaas jaalala intallan Yerusaalemiitiin bareechamee hojjetame.
The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple: the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Yaa intallan Xiyoon gad baʼaatii Solomoon Mooticha ilaalaa; inni gonfoo haati isaa gaafa fuudha isaa, guyyaa garaan isaa gammadetti, mataa isaa irra keesseef sana kaaʼateera.
Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the joy of his heart.
