Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
Ho ni-soa naho ni-rahalahiko rehe, i ninono am-patroan-drenekoy! Ie amy zay, naho nitendrek’ ama’o alafe’e ao raho vaho nañorok’ azo, le tsy ho nifosae’ ondatio.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Ho nikozozoteko mb’añ’ anjomban- dreneko mb’eo, mb’amy nañoke ahikoy. ho nampinomeko divay mandrove, naho ty ron-draketako.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Iondana’ ty lohako ty fità’e havia, vaho mañohoñ’ ahy ty fità’e havana.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Afantoko ama’ areo, ry anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo; ko mampitsekake fikokoañe am-para’ te irie’e.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labour and bore you.
Ia o mionjomb’etoy misazok’ amy fikokoa’eio? Nampivañoneko ambane’ i takokoy rehe; amy nampitsongoa’o i rene’o; teo ty nitsongoa’ i nahatoly azoy.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (Sheol h7585)
Apetaho hoe voli-fitomboke añ’arofo’o ao raho, hoe alama am-pità’o eo; fa mira ami’ty haozaran-kavilasy ty fikokoañe, manahake ty hagàñe i tsikeokeokey ty famarahiañe; misolebotse o lel’afo’eo, toe lel’afo milebaleba. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Rano tsifotofoto tsy mahasaoke ty fikokoañe; naho tsy mahaopo aze ty fisorotombahañe; ie hatolo’ t’indaty ze hene vara añ’anjomba’e ao hahazoa’e fikokoañe, le ho vata’e onjirañe.
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
Manan-jay ampela zahay f’ie mbe tomoe-nono, hanoe’ay akore i zai’aiy amy andro fifofoañe azey?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Naho kijoly re le handranjia’ay fitilik’abo volafoty; ie lalambey, le harikatoha’ay varamba-mendoraveñe.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
Kijoly raho, hoe fitilik’abo o nonokoo; hoe t’ie minday fañanintsiñe am-pihaino.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
Nanan-tondam-bahe e Baale-Kamone ao t’i Selomò; nafondro’e ama’ ondaty. Songa mañondroke volafoty arivo ama’e ty amo voka’eo.
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Aoloko eo i tanem-bahekoy, azo ry Selomò i arivoy, roan-jato ty a o mpañalahala i voka’eio.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
O ry mpimoneñe an-goloboñe ao, te hijanjiñe ty fiarañanaña’o o mpiamakoo, ehe ampitsanoño ahy!
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
Mipitsiha ry kokoakoo, manahake o fanalokeo naho o farasy ambone vohitse iregoregoan-kafirio.
