Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
Ko, mudiwa wako aendepiko, iwe zvako wakanaka kukunda vamwe vakadzi? Mudiwa wako aenda nokupiko, kuti tigomutsvaka pamwe chete newe?
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mudiwa wangu adzika kubindu rake, kumihomba yezvinonhuwirira, kuti andomema mumapindu uye agotanha maruva.
3 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu uye mudiwa wangu ndowangu; anomema pakati pamaruva.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
Wakanaka iwe mudiwa wangu, seTiriza, unoyevedza seJerusarema, unoremekedzeka samauto ane mireza.
5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
Bvisa meso ako pandiri; anondikunda. Bvudzi rako rakaita sedanga rembudzi riri kuburuka muGireadhi.
6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangobva mukushambidzwa. Rimwe nerimwe rine rarakafanana naro, pasina riri roga zvaro.
7 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
Zvavovo zvako zviri mumumbure wako zvakaita sezvikamu zviviri zvedamba.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Kungava navanamambokadzi makumi matanhatu, navarongo makumi masere nemhandara dzisingaverengeki;
9 One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Asi njiva yangu, iye akakwana wangu, ndiwe mumwe oga, mwanasikana mumwe oga wamai vake, iye woga anodikanwa naiye akamubereka. Mhandara dzakamuona dzikamuti akaropafadzwa. Vanamambokadzi navarongo vakamurumbidza.
10 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
Ko, ndiani uyo anoratidzika samambakwedza, akanaka somwedzi, anopenya sezuva, akanaka senyeredzi dziri mumudungwe?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Ndakadzika kusango remiti yemipfura kundoona zvitsva zvakamera mumupata, kundoona kana mizambiringa yainge yabukira, kana kuti mitamba yainge yava namaruva.
12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
Ndisati ndambodii, mwoyo wangu wakandiisa pakati pengoro dzoumambo dzavanhu vangu.
13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
Dzoka, dzoka iwe muShurami; dzoka, dzoka kuti timbokuona! Mudiwa Ko, munodirei kuona muShurami sezvamunoita mutambo weMahanaimi?
