Song of Songs 3

1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he listened not to me.

Usiku hwose ndiri pamubhedha wangu ndakatsvaka uyo anodiwa nomwoyo wangu; ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.

2 I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the marketplaces, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

Ndichasimuka zvino ndinofamba-famba muguta, mumigwagwa yaro nomuzvivara zvaro; ndichatsvaka iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Saka ndakamutsvaka asi handina kumuwana.

3 The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], Have you seen him whom my soul loves?

Varindi vakandiona pavaiva pabasa ravo rokufamba-famba vachichengetedza guta. “Ko, mamboona here iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu?”

4 [It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

Ndichingopfuudzana navo ndakabva ndamuwana, iye anodiwa nomwoyo wangu. Ndakamubata ndikasamuregedza kusvikira ndaenda naye kumba kwamai vangu, kuimba yaavo vakandibereka.

5 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you rouse not nor awake [my] love, until he please.

Vanasikana veJerusarema, ndinokurayirai nemhara kana nenondo dzesango kuti: Musazunguza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira irwo rwada rwoga.

6 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?

Ndianiko uyo ari kuuya achibva nokurenje seshongwe youtsi ine munhuwi wemura, nezvimwe zvinonhuhwira zvakagadzirwa nezvikuyiwa zvinonhuhwira zvavashambadzi?

7 Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.

Tarirai! Ndiyo ngoro yaSoromoni, yakachengetedzwa nemhare makumi matanhatu dzamachinda, apamusoro-soro omuIsraeri.

8 They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.

Mumwe nomumwe wavo akabata munondo vose vakarwa hondo, mumwe nomumwe ane munondo parutivi rwake, vakagadzirira kutarisana nezvinotyisa usiku.

9 King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.

Mambo Soromoni akazvigadzirira ngoro; akaigadzira nemiti yokuRebhanoni.

10 He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

Mbiru dzacho akadzigadzira nesirivha, pokuzembera musana pakagadzirwa negoridhe. Pokugara pakashongedzwa nejira repepuru, mukati mayo makashongedzwa norudo navanasikana veJerusarema.

11 Go forth, you daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Budai imi vanasikana veZioni, muzoona Mambo Soromoni akapfeka korona, korona yaakapfekedzwa namai vake musi wesvitsa, zuva iro mwoyo wake wakafara.