Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
Enga anie ka ho tahaka ny anadahiko, izay ninono an’ ineny, ianao! Dia ho nahita anao teny ala-trano aho ka ho nanoroka anao. Eny tsy ho azon’ olona notevatevaina aho.
2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
Dia ho entiko ka hampidiriko ho ao an-tranon’ ineny ianao, ary hampianarinao aho; Hampisotroiko divay noharoharoan-java-manitra mbamin’ ny ranon’ ampongaben-danitro ianao.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Aoka hanondana ahy ny tànany ankavia, ary aoka hanohona ahy ny tànany ankavanana.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Mampianiana anareo aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Aza manaitra na mamoha ny fitiavana, raha tsy efa sitrapony.
5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
Iza moa iry vehivavy miakatra avy any an-efitra, mitehina amin’ ny malalany? Teo ambanin’ iny hazo poma no namohazako anao; Teo no niterahan-dreninao anao, eny, teo no nahararian’ ilay niteraka anao.
6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
Ataovy toy ny fanombohan-kase ao am-ponao aho sy toy ny fanombohan-kase eo an-tsandrinao; Fa mahery toy ny fahafatesana ny fitiavana, masiaka tahaka ny fiainan-tsi-hita ny fahasaro-piaro; Ny lelafony dia lelafo midedadeda, eny, lelafon’ i Jehovah. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
Na dia ny ony maro aza tsy mahavono ny afon’ ny fitiavana, ary ny renirano tsy mahapaoka azy; Na dia misy olona manome ny fananany rehetra ao an-tranony aza hamidy fitiavana, dia hatao tsinontsinona izy.
8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
Manana zandrivavy tsy mbola misy nono izahay; Ahoana no hataonay amin’ ny zandrivavinay, raha mby amin’ izay andro hangatahan’ olona azy ho vady?
9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
Raha manda izy, dia hanangananay tilikambo volafotsy eo an-tampony; Fa raha varavarana kosa izy, dia hotampenanay hazo fisaka sedera.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Mànda aho, dia toy ny tilikambo ny nonoko. Raha eo imasony dia toy ny efa mahita soa aho.
11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
Solomona nanan-tanim-boaloboka tao Bala-hamona; Nahofany tamin’ olona mpiandry voly ny tanim-boaloboka, ka samy tsy maintsy mitondra sekely volafotsy arivo ho solon’ ny vokatra.
12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
Ny tanim-boaloboko, eny, ilay an’ ny tenako, dia eto anatrehako, Ny arivo kosa dia anao, ry Solomona, ary ny roan-jato ho an’ izay mpiandry voly.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Ry mitoetra eny an-tsaha! Te-hihaino ny feonao ireo namako; Mba ampandreneso izany koa aho.
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Mandosira, ry malalako, ary aoka ianao mba ho toy ny gazela na ny diera tanora eny an-tendrombohitry ny zava-manitra.
