Weedduu 4
1 Yaa bareedduu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii ati akkam bareedda! Iji kee haguuggii kee duubaan gugee fakkaata. Rifeensi mataa keetii akkuma karra reʼootaa kan gaara Giliʼaad irraa gad buʼuu ti.
Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
2 Ilkaan kee akkuma karra hoolotaa kan rifeensi irraa haadamee dhiqamee ol dhufaa jiruu ti. Tokkoon tokkoon isaanii lakkuu qabu; isaan keessa maseenni tokko iyyuu hin jiru.
Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
3 Hidhiin kee akkuma kirrii bildiimaa ti; haasaan kee namatti tola. Maddiin kee lamaan haguuggii kee keessatti roomaanii tokkicha iddoo lamatti qoodame fakkaata.
Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4 Mormi kee gamoo Daawit kan miʼa lolaa itti kuusuuf ijaarame sana fakkaata; isa irratti gaachana kumatu rarraafama; hundinuu gaachana loltootaa ti.
Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
5 Guntunni kee lamaan akkuma ilmoolee kuruphee kanneen lakkuu dhalatanii daraaraa keessa dheedanii ti.
Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6 Hamma bariʼee gaaddisni baduutti, ani gara tulluu qumbiitii fi gara gaara ixaanaa nan dhaqa.
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7 Yaa jaalallee ko, ati guutumaan guutuutti bareedduu dha; ati mudaa tokko illee hin qabdu.
Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8 Yaa misirrittii ko, Libaanoonii na wajjin kottu; Libaanoonii na wajjin kottu. Fiixee Amaanaa irraa, fiixee Seniir, fiixee Hermoon irraa gad buʼi; holqa leencaa keessaa, tulluu oolmaa qeerransaa irraas gad buʼi.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9 Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, ati qalbii koo hatteerta; ati milʼuu ija keetii tokkoon, faaya morma keetii tokkoon qalbii koo hatteerta.
My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10 Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, jaalalli kee akkam nama gammachiisa! Jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaa, urgaan shittoo keetiis urgooftuu kam iyyuu caalaa akkam namatti tola!
My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11 Yaa misirrittii ko, hidhiin kee akkuma dhaaba dammaa nadhii coccobsa; aannanii fi dammi arraba kee jala jira. Urgaan uffata keetii akkuma urgaa Libaanoon.
Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
12 Yaa obboleettii ko, yaa misirrittii ko, ati akkuma iddoo biqiltuu cufamee ti; ati burqaa dallaan itti ijaaramee fi madda chaappaan cufamee dha.
My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13 Biqiltuun kee iddoo roomaanii kan ija filatamaa heennaa fi naardoos qabuu dha;
Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
14 akkasumas naardoosii fi marga urgaaʼu, qundhii fi qarafaa, muka ixaanaa gosa garaa garaa, qumbii, argeessaa fi urgooftuu akka malee gaarii hunda qaba.
Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
15 Ati burqaa biqiltuu keessaa ti; bishaan boollaa yaaʼu kan Libaanoon irraa gad dhangalaʼuu dha.
O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16 Yaa bubbee kaabaa dammaqi; bubbeen kibbaas kottu! Akka urgaan isaa naannoo hunda waliin gaʼuuf biqiltuu koo irratti bubbisi. Michuun koo dhufee, biqiltuu seenee ija filatamaa haa nyaatu.
Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
