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Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. | Osanyusizza omutima gwange mwannyinaze, mugole wange Osanyusizza omutima gwange n'eriiso lyo erimu, N'omukuufu ogumu ogw'omu bulago bwo. |
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices. | Okwagala kwo nga kulungi mwannyinaze, mugole wange Okwagala kwo nga kusinga nnyo omwenge; N'amafuta go ag'omugavu nga gasinga nnyo eby'akaloosa eby'engeri zonna okuwunya obulungi! |
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. | Emimwa gyo, ai mugole wange, gitonnya ag'ebisenge by'enjuki: Omubisi gw'enjuki n'amata biri wansi w'olulimi lwo; N'okuwunya kw'ebyambalo byo kuli ng'okuwunya kwa Lebanooni. |
My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. | Mwannyinaze, mugole wange, lwe lusuku olwasibibwa; Lwe luzzi olwasibibwa, ye nsulo eyateekebwako akabonero. |
Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard. | Ebimera byo lusuku lwa mikomamawanga, olulina ebibala eby'omuwendo omungi; Kofera n'emiti egy'omugavu: |
Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes. | Omugavu ne kalikomu, Kalamo ne kinamomo, n'emiti gyonna egy'omugavu; Mooli ne akalosi, wamu n'eby'akaloosa byonna ebisinga obulungi. |
The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus. | Ggwe nsulo y'ennimiro, Oluzzi olw'amazzi amalamu, Era emigga egikulukuta egiva ku Lebanooni. |
Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. | Muzuukuke, mmwe embuyaga eziva obukiika obwa kkono; nammwe mujje, ez’obukiika obwa ddyo: Mukuntire ku nnimiro yange, eby’akaloosa ebyamu bikulukute. Muganzi wange ajje mu nnimiro ye; Alye ebibala bye eby'omuwendo omungi. |
In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not. | Ekiro ku kitanda kyange nanoonya omusajja emmeeme yange gw'eyagala: Namunoonya naye ne ssimulaba. |
I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and I found him not. | Ne njogera nti Naagolokoka kaakano ne ntambulatambula mu kibuga, Mu nguudo ne mu bifo ebigazi, Nanoonya omusajja emmeeme yange gw'eyagala: Namunoonya, naye ne ssimulaba . |
The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen him, whom my soul loveth? | Abakuumi abatambulatambula mu kibuga ne bandaba: Ne mbagamba nti Mulabye oyo emmeeme yange gw'eyagala? |
When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go, till I bring him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that bore me. | Nnali mbayiseeko katono, Ne ndaba oyo emmeeme yange gw'eyagala: Ne mmunyweza ne ssikkiriza kumuta, Okutuusa lwe nnamuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, Ne mu kisenge ky'oyo anzaala. |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please. | Mbalayiza, mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, Olw'empeewo n'enjaza ez'omu ttale, Muleme okugolokosa newakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala, Okutuusa we kunaayagalira. |
Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer? | Ani ono ajja ng'alinnya ng'ava mu ddungu afaanana empagi ez'emikka, Asiigibwa eby'akaloosa ebya mooli n'omugavu, N'eddagala lyonna ery'omusuubuzi? |
Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon? | Laba, ke kadyeri ka Sulemaani; Abasajja ab'amaanyi nkaaga bakeetoolodde, Ku basajja ab'amaanyi aba Isiraeri. |
All holding swords, and most expert in war : every man's sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night. | Bonna bakwata ekitala, ba magezi okulwana: Buli muntu yeesiba ekitala kye mu kiwato, Olw'entiisa ekiro. |
King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus: | Kabaka Sulemaani yeekolera eggaali Ey'emiti egy'oku Lebanooni. |
The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple : the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem. | Empagi zaayo yazikola za ffeeza. Wansi waayo zaabu, entebe yaayo lugoye lwa ffulungu, Wakati waayo nga waalire n'okwagala, Okuva eri abawala ba Yerusaalemi. |
Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the joy of his heart. | Mufulume, mmwe abawala ba Sayuuni, mutunuulire kabaka Sulemaani, Ng'alina engule nnyina gy'amutikkiridde ku lunaku kw'afumbiriddwa, Era ku lunaku omutima gwe kwe gusanyukira. |
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee? | Muganzi wo agenze wa, Ggwe akira abakazi bonna obulungi? Muganzi wo yeekyusiririzza wa, Tumunoonyeze wamu naawe? |
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. | Muganzi wange aserengetedde mu nnimiro ye mu misiri egy'emiddo egy'akaloosa, Okuliira mu nnimiro, n'okunoga amalanga. |
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies. | Nze ndi wa muganzi wange, ne muganzi wange wange: Aliisa ekisibo kye mu malanga. |
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array. | Oli mulungi, ai gwe njagala, nga Tiruza, Owooma nga Yerusaalemi, Wa ntiisa ng'eggye eririna ebendera. |
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. | Nziyaako amaso go, Kubanga gampangudde. Enviiri zo ziri ng'eggana ly'embuzi, Ezigalamira ku mbiriizi z'olusozi Gireyaadi. |
Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. | Amannyo go,gali ng'eggana ly'endiga enkazi, Ezirinnye okuva mu kunaazibwa; Buli emu ku zo ng'ezadde abaana abalongo, So tekuli ku zo efiiriddwa n'emu. |
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee. | Ekyenyi kyo kiri ng'ekitundu ky'ekkomamawanga Ennyuma w'olugoye lw'obisse ku maaso. |
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number. | Waliwo bakabaka abakazi nkaaga, n'abazaana kinaana, N'abawala abatamanyi musajja abatabalika. |
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. | Ejjiba lyange, owange ataliiko bbala, ali omu yekka; Mwana wa nnyina omu yekka; Mulonde w'omukazi amuzaala. Abawala baamulaba ne bamuyita eyaweebwa omukisa; Bakabaka abakazi n'abazaana baamulaba ne bamutendereza. |
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? | Ani oyo atunula ng'emmambya: Omulungi ng'omwezi, Atangalijja ng'enjuba, Ow'entiisa ng'eggye eririna ebendera? |
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. | N'aserengetera mu nnimiro ey'emmere erimu emiramwa, Okulaba ebisimbe ebibisi eby'omu kiwonvu, Okulaba omuzabbibu oba nga gumulisizza, N'emikomamawanga oba nga gyanyizza. |
I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab. | Nga sinnamanya emmeeme yange ne nteeka Mu magaali g'abantu bange ab'ekikungu. |
Return, return, O Sulamitess : return, return that we may behold thee. | Komawo, komawo, ggwe Omusulamu; Komawo, komawo, tukutunuulire. Kiki ekibaagaza okutunuulira Omusulamu, Ng'amazina ga Makanayimu? |
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? | Singa obadde nga muganda wange, Eyayonka amabeere ga mmange Bwe nnandikulabye ebweru, nandikunywegedde; Weewaawo, so tewandibaddewo eyandinnyoomye. |
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. | Nandikulese ne nkuyingiza mu nnyumba ya mmange, Eyandinjigirizza; Nandikunywesezza omwenge ogutabuddwamu eby'akaloosa, Ku mazzi g'ekkomamawanga lyange. |
His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. | Omukono gwe ogwa kkono gwandibadde wansi w'omutwe gw'ange, N'omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gwandimpambaatidde. |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please. | Mbalayiza, mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, Muleme okugolokosa newakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala, Okutuusa we kunaayagalira. |
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. | Mukazi ki ono ajja ng'alinnya okuva mu ddungu, Nga yeesigama ku muganzi we? Nakuzukusa wansi w'omucungwa: Eyo nnyoko gye yalumirwa okukuzaala, Eyo gye yalumirwa oyo eyakuzaala. |
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. | Nteeka ku mutima gwo ng'akabonero, ku mukono gwo ng'akabonero: Kubanga okwagala kwenkana okufa amaanyi; Obuggya bwenkana amagombe obukambwe: Okumyansa kwabwo kumyansa kwa muliro, Okwokya kwennyini okwa Mukama. |
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. | Amazzi amangi tegayinza kuzikiza kwagala, So n'ebitaba tebiyinza kukutta: Omuntu bw'akkiriza okuwaayo ebintu byonna eby'omu nnyumba ye olw'okwagala, Yandinyoomereddwa ddala. |
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? | Tulina mwannyinaffe omuto, Era tannaba na mabeere: Tulimukola tutya mwannyinaffe Ku lunaku lwe balimwogererezaako? |
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. | Oba nga bbugwe, Tulimuzimbako ekigo kya ffeeza, Era oba nga luggi, Tulimubikkako embaawo ez'emivule. |
I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace. | Ndi bbugwe, n'amabeere gange gali ng'ebigo byako: Ne ndyoka mbeera mu maaso ge ng'omuntu alabye emirembe. |
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. | Sulemaani yalina olusuku lw'emizabbibu e Baalukamooni; Yasigira olusuku abalimi; Olw'ebibala byamu buli muntu yasalirwa ebitundu ebya ffeeza lukumi. |
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof. | Olusuku lwange olw'emizabbibu, olwange, luli mu maaso gange; Ggwe, Sulemaani, onoobanga n'olukumi olwo, N'abo abakuuma ebibala byamu bikumi bibiri. |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice. | Ggwe abeera mu nnimiro, Banno bawuliriza eddoboozi lyo: Limpulize. |
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices. | Yanguwa, muganzi wange, Obeere ng'empeewo oba ennangaazi ento Ku nsozi ez'eby'akaloosa. |
- - - | Oluyimba olusinga ennyimba, lwe lwa Sulemaani |
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine, | Annywegere n'okunywegera kw'akamwa ke: Kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga omwenge obulungi. |
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. | Amafuta go gawunya akaloosa; Erinnya lyo liringanga amafuta agafukibwa; Abawala abatamanyi musajja kyebava bakwagala. |
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee. | Mpalula tunaakugoberera mbiro: Kabaka annyingizizza mu bisenge bye: Tunaakusanyukira ne tujaguza, Okwagala kwo tunaakwogerako okusinga omwenge: Bakwagala lwa nsonga. |
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon. | Ndi muddugavu, naye mulungi, Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, Ng'eweema ez'e Kedali. Ng'amagigi ga Sulemaani. |
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept. | Temuntunuulira kubanga ndi muddugavu. Kubanga omusana gunjokezza. Abaana ba mmange bansuguwalira, Banfuula omukuumi w'ensuku ez'emizabbibu; Naye olusuku lwange nze saalukuuma. |
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions. | Mbuulira, ggwe emmeeme yange gw'eyagala, Gy'oliisiza ekisibo kyo, gy'okigalamiriza mu ttuntu; Kubanga nandibeeredde ki ng'ayambadde ekibikka ku maaso Awali ebisibo bya banno? |
If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds. | Oba nga tomanyi, ggwe asinga abakazi bonna obulungi, Fuluma okwate ekkubo ogoberere ebigere by'endiga zo, Oliisize abaana b'embuzi zo awali eweema ez'abasumba. |
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love. | Nkufaananyizza, ai muganzi wange, Embalaasi eri ku magaali ga Falaawo. |
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels. | Amatama go malungi n'emivumbo emirange, Ensingo yo nnungi n'embu ez'eby'obuyonjo. |
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver. | Tunaakukolera emivumbo egya zaabu N'amapeesa aga ffeeza. |
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof. | Kabaka bwe yali ng'atudde ku mmeeza ye, Amafuta gange ag'omugavu ne gawunya akaloosa kaago. |
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. | Muganzi wange ali gye ndi ng'omuvumbo gwa mooli, Oguteekebwa wakati w'amabeere gange. |
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. | Muganzi wange ali gye ndi ng'ekisaaganda ky'ebimuli ebya kofera Mu nsuku ez'emizabbibu ez'e Engedi. |
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves. | Laba, oli mulungi, gwe njagala; laba, oli mulungi; Amaaso go mayiba. |
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. | Laba, oli mulungi, muganzi wange, weewaawo, wa kusanyusa: Era ekitanda kyaffe kya malagala mato. |
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees. | Emikiikiro gy'ennyumba yaffe mivule, N'enzooba zaffe nkanaga: |
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. | Nzize mu nnimiro yange, mwannyinaze mugole wange: Nnoze mooli yange n'eby'akaloosa byange; Ndidde ebisenge byange eby'enjuki n'omubisi gwange; Nnywedde omwenge gwange n'amata gange. Mulye, mmwe ab'omukwano; Munywe, weewaawo, mukkute, mmwe baganzi bange. |
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. | Nnali neebase, naye omutima gwange nga gulaba: Lye ddoboozi lya muganzi wange, akoona ng'ayogera nti Nzigulira, mwannyinaze, gwe njagala, ejjiba lyange, owange ataliiko bbala: Kubanga omutwe gwange gutobye omusulo, Emivumbo gy'enviiri zange gitobye amatondo eg'ekiro. |
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? | Nnyambudde ekizibawo kyange; naakyambala ntya? Nnaabye ebigere: naabyonoona ntya? |
My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch. | Muganzi wange n'ayingiza omukono gwe awali ekituli eky'omu luggi, Omwoyo ne gunnuma ku lulwe. |
I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. | Ne ngolokoka okuggulirawo muganzi wange; Emikono gyange ne gitonnya mooli, N'engalo zange nga zitonnya mooli ekulukuta, Ku mikonda egy'ekisiba. |
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me. | Ne nzigulirawo muganzi wange; Naye muganzi wange yali nga yeegendedde, ng'avuddewo. Omwoyo gwange gubadde guntyemuse bw'ayogedde: Ne mmunoonya, naye ne ssiyinza kumulaba; Ne mmuyita, naye n'atanziramu. |
The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. | Abakuumi abatambulatambula mu kibuga ne bandaba, Ne bankuba ne banfumita; Abakuumi ba bbugwe ne banziyako omunagiro gwange. |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. | Mbalayiza, mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, bwe munaalaba muganzi wange, Mumubuulirenga ng'okwagala kugenda kunzita. |
What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us? | Muganzi wo, kye ki okusinga omuganzi omulala, Ggwe akira abakazi bonna obulungi? Muganzi wo kye ki okusinga omuganzi omulala, N'okulayiza n'otulayiza bw'otyo? |
My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands. | Muganzi wange mutukuvu era mumyufu Atabula mu kakumi. |
His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven. | Omutwe gwe guli nga zaabu ennungi ennyo nnyini, Emivumbo gy'enviiri ze gya masadde era middugavu nga nnamuŋŋoona. |
His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams. | Amaaso ge gali ng'amayiba ku mabbali g'obugga obw'amazzi; Agaanaazibwa n'amata era agaateekebwamu obulungi. |
His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb. | Amatama ge gali ng'omusiri ogw'emiddo egy'akaloosa, ng'ebifunvu ebimerako enva eziwunya obulungi: Emimwa gye giri ng'amalanga, nga gitonnya mooli ekulukuta. |
His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires. | Emikono gye giri ng'empeta eza zaabu eziteekebwamu berulo: Omubiri gwe guli ng'omulimu ogw'amasanga ogubikkiddwako safiro. |
His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars. | Amagulu ge gali ag'empagi ez'amayinja amanyirivu ezisimbibwa ku binnya ebya zaabu ennungi: Enfaanana ye eri nga Lebanooni, ewooma nnyo nayini ag'emivule. |
His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. | kamwa ke kalungi nnyo nnyini: weewaawo, yenna wa kwagalwa. Muganzi wange bw'ali bw'atyo, era bw'ali bw'atyo mukwano gwange, Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi. |
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys. | Nze ndi kimyula kya Saloni, Eddanga ery'omu biwonvu. |
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. | Ng'eddanga mu maggwa, Gwe njagala bw'ali bw'atyo mu bawala. |
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. | Ng'omucungwa mu miti egy'omu kibira, Muganzi wange bw'ali bw'atyo mu balenzi. Natuula wansi w'ekisiikirize kye n'essanyu lingi, Ebibala bye ne biwoomera amatama gange. |
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me. | Yannyingiza mu nju ey'okuliiramu embaga, Ne bendera ye eyali ku nze kwagala: |
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love. | Munkwatirire n'ezabbibu enkalu, munsanyuse n'amacungwa; Kubanga okwagala kundwazizza. |
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. | Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi w'omutwe gwange, N'omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gunkutte. |
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please. | Mbalayiza, mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, Olw'empeewo n'enjaza ez'omu ttale, Muleme okugolokosa newakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala, Okutuusa we kunaayagalira. |
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills. | Eddoboozi lya muganzi wange! laba, ajja, Ng'abuukirabuukira ku nsozi, ng'azinira ku busozi. |
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices. | Muganzi wange ali ng'empeewo oba ennangaazi ento: Laba ayimirira ennyuma w'olukomera lwaffe, Alingiza mu ddirisa, Yeeraga ng'alabikira mu mulimo ogulukibwa ogw'omu kituli. |
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. | Muganzi wange yayogera n'aŋŋamba Nti Golokoka, gwe njagala, omulungi gye ndi, tugende tuveewo. |
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. | Kubanga, laba, ttoggo aweddeko Enkuba eyise egenze; |
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land: | Ebimuli birabise ku ttaka; Ebiro bituuse ennyonyi mwe ziyimbira, N'eddoboozi lya kaamukuukulu liwulirwa mu nsi yaffe; |
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: | Omutiini gwengeza ettiini zaagwo embisi, N'emizabbibu gimulisizza, Giwunya akaloosa kaagyo. Golokoka, gwe njagala, omulungi gye ndi, tugende tuveewo. |
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely. | Ai ejjiba lyange, abeera mu njatika ez'omu jjinja, mu bwekwekero obw'ebbanga, Ndabe amaaso go, mpulire eddoboozi lyo; Kubanga eddoboozi lyo ddungi n'amaaso go ga kusanyusa. |
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished. | Mutukwatire ebibe, ebibe ebito ebyonoona ensuku ez'emizabbibu; Kubanga ensuku zaffe ez'emizabbibu zimulisizza. |
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies, | Muganzi wange wange, nange ndi wuwe: Aliisizza ekisibo kye mu malanga. |
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. | Okutuusa obudde nga bukedde ebisiikirize ne biddukira ddala, Kyuka, muganzi wange, obe ng'empeewo oba ennangaazi ento Ku nsozi eza Beseri. |
Corinthians | Abakkolinso |
NOW concerning the thing whereof you wrote to me: It is good for a man not to touch a woman. | Naye ku ebyo bye mwampandiikira; kirungi omusajja obutakwatanga ku mukazi. |
But for fear of fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband. | Naye, olw'obwenzi, buli musajja abeerenga ne mukazi we ye, na buli mukazi abeerenga ne musajja we ye. |
Let the husband render the debt to his wife, and the wife also in like manner to the husband. | Omusajja asasulenga mukazi we ekyo ekimugwanira: era n'omukazi asasulenga bw'atyo omusajja. |