Song of Solomon 8
1 Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?
O ke ou te tankou frè m, ki te souse nan tete a manman m. Si mwen te jwenn ou deyò, mwen ta bo ou; nonplis, pèsòn pa ta denonse m pou sa!
2 I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.
Mwen ta mennen ou e fè ou antre lakay a manman m ki te konn enstwi mwen an. Mwen ta bay ou diven pafime ki sòti nan ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen e men dwat li anbrase m.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
“Mwen vle nou sèmante, o fi Jérusalem yo, pa fè lanmou a vin leve, ni ankouraje l jiskaske se plezi li.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
Se ki fi sa a k ap monte sòti nan dezè a, k ap apiye sou cheri li a?” Jenn Fi an Anba pye pòm nan, mwen te fè ou leve; se la manman ou te gen doulè e te fè ou vin parèt.
6 Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
Mete mwen tankou yon so sou kè ou, tankou yon so sou bra ou. Paske lanmou gen fòs menm jan ak lanmò. Jalouzi sevè tankou Sejou mò yo; lè l pete se tankou dife k ap pete. Vrèman se flanm SENYÈ a. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.
Anpil dlo p ap ka etenn lanmou, ni rivyè p ap ka inonde l. Menm si yon nonm ta bay tout richès lakay li pou lanmou, sa ta konplètman meprize.
8 Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
Nou gen yon ti sè e li pa gen tete menm; kisa n ap fè pou sè nou an nan jou ke yon moun ta vin pale pou l ta fiyanse avè l?
9 If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
Si ti fi a se yon mi, nou va bati yon ranpa fèt an ajan pou antoure l; men, si li se yon pòt, n ap fè yon barikad ak gwo planch bwa sèd.
10 I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
Mwen te yon miray e tete mwen te tankou fò yo; konsa, mwen te devni nan zye li kon yon moun ki jwenn lapè.
11 The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.
Salomon te gen yon chan rezen nan Baal-Hamon; Li te bay jerans chan rezen an a gadyen yo. Yo chak te gen pou pote mil sik ajan pou fwi li yo.
12 My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
Pwòp chan rezen mwen an se devan m; mil sik ajan yo se pou ou, Salomon ak de-san pou sila ki okipe fwi li yo.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
O ou menm, ki chita nan jaden yo, ansanm ak zanmi mwen yo, kite m tande vwa ou.
14 Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
Annou pati, cheri mwen an! Fè tankou yon antilòp, oswa yon jenn sèf sou mòn ki plen epis yo.
