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.
By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
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 get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
3 Eegdonni utuu magaalaa keessa naannaʼanuu na argan; anis, “Michuu koo argitanii?” jedheen isaan gaafadhe.
The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
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.
I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived 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, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
6 Isheen qumbii fi ixaana urgooftuu daldaltootaa hunda irraa hojjetameen urgeeffamtee akkuma utubaa aaraa gammoojjii keessaa ol baatu kun eenyu?
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7 Kunoo! Siree Solomoon kan loltoota jaatama warra Israaʼel keessaa bebeekamoo taʼaniin marfamteerti.
Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
8 Hundi isaanii goraadee hidhatu; hundinuu muuxannoo waraanaa qabu; tokkoon tokkoon isaanii goraadee isaanii luqqeettuutti hidhatanii lola halkaniitiif qophaaʼan.
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
9 Solomoon mootichi ofii isaatii gaarii tolfate; innis muka Libaanoon irraa tolfate.
King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Inni utubaa isaa meetiidhaan hojjete; jala isaa garuu warqeedhaan hojjete. Teessoon isaa kirrii diimaa dhiilgeedhaan hojjetame; keessi isaas jaalala intallan Yerusaalemiitiin bareechamee hojjetame.
He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from 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 out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
