King James Version

Shona

Song of Solomon

5

1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
1Ndapinda mumunda mangu, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu; Ndaunganidza mura yangu nezvinonhuhwira zvangu; Ndadya musvi wouchi hwangu nouchi hwangu; Ndamwa waini yangu nomukaka wangu. Idyai, shamwari dzangu; Imwai, zvirokwazvo, imwai zvikuru, vadiwa vangu.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
2Ndakanga ndivete, asi moyo wangu wakange wakasvinura; Inzwi romudiwa wangu, anogogodza, achiti, Ndizarurire, hanzvadzi yangu, mudiwa wangu, njiva yangu, akakwana wangu; nekuti musoro wangu uzere nedova, Vhudzi rangu namadonhedza ousiku.
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
3Ndabvisa nguvo yangu; ndingaifuka sei? Ndashambidza tsoka dzangu; ndingadzisvibisa sei?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
4Mudiwa wangu akapinza ruoko rwake napavuri romukova, moyo wangu ukamushuva.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
5Ndakasimuka, ndichiti ndizarurire mudiwa wangu; Maoko angu akadonha mura, Nemimwe yangu mura inoyerera, Pazvibato zvechizarira.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
6Ndakazarurira mudiwa wangu; Asi mudiwa wangu akanga atendeuka, aenda. Mweya wangu wakange watorwa pakutaura kwake; Ndakamutsvaka, asi handina kumuwana; Ndikamudana, asi haana kundipindura.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
7Varindi, vanofamba-famba neguta, vakandiwana; Vakandirova, vakandikuvadza; Vatariri vamasvingo vakanditorera kwiriti yangu.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
8Ndinokupikirai, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Kana mukawana mudiwa wangu, muchamuudzei? Kuti ndinorwariswa nerudo.
9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
9Ko mudiwa wako anopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Nhai, iwe, unopfuura vakadzi vose nokunaka? Ko mudiwa wako unopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Zvaunotipikira saizvozvo?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
10Mudiwa wangu akachena nokutsvuka, Anozikamwa pakati pezana ramazana.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
11Musoro wake wakaita sendarama yakaisvonaka; Vhudzi rake rakapetana, idema segunguvo.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
12Meso ake akaita seenjiva pahova dzemvura, Dzakashambwa nomukaka, sezvibwe zvakarongedzwa zvakanaka.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
13Matama ake akaita sendima yemiti inonhuhwira, Samatutu emakwenzi anonhuwira; Miromo yake yakaita samaruva anodonha mura inoyerera.
14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
14Maoko ake akaita samapango endarama, akaiswa bheriri; Muviri wake wakaita senyanga dzenzou, dzakafukidzwa nesafiro.
15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
15Makumbo ake akaita sembiru dzamabwe machena, dzakaiswa pazvigadziko zvendarama yakaisvonaka; Kuonekwa kwake kose kwakafanana neRebhanoni, kwakaisvonaka semisidhari.
16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16Muromo wake wakanaka kwazvo; Zvirokwazvo, wakaisvonaka kwazvo-kwazvo. Ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu, ndizvo zvakaita shamwari yangu, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu.