Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
Pandan plizyè nwit, m' kouche sou kabann mwen, m' chache moun mwen renmen anpil la. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
2 I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
Apre sa, mwen leve, mwen pran mache nan tout lavil la, m' chache moun mwen renmen an nan tout lari, sou tout laplas yo. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
3 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
Gad k'ap mache fè patwouy nan lavil la kontre avè m'. Mwen mande yo: Souple! Nou pa wè nèg mwen renmen an pou mwen?
4 I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
Kite mwen kite gad yo, mwen jwenn moun mwen renmen an. Mwen kenbe men l'. Mwen pa lage l' jouk mwen mennen l' kay manman m', nan chanm moun ki te pote m' nan vant li an.
5 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo. Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san li pa vle.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
Kisa k'ap vini sot nan dezè a? L'ap vini nan mitan de poto lafimen. Lè a gen sant lansan, li gen sant mant, li gen sant tout kalite poud santi bon machann vann.
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
Gade! Se yon kabann divan y'ap pote pou Salomon. Gen swasant sòlda k'ap eskòte l', swasant nan pi vanyan sòlda peyi Izrayèl la.
8 All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
Yo tout gen anpil ladrès pou sèvi ak nepe. Se vyewo yo ye nan lagè. Yo chak gen nepe yo mare nan ren yo. Yo tou pare pou si yo ta atake yo lannwit.
9 King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
Wa Salomon fè fè yon bèl divan sou branka pou li ak pi bon bwa peyi Liban,
10 He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Poto kwen yo fèt an ajan. Tèt divan an kouvri an lò. Matla a kouvri ak bèl twal wouj, tout anndan an bwode. Se medam lavil Jerizalèm yo ki fè l' pou li ak tout kè yo.
11 Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding— the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
Soti non, medam mòn Siyon yo! Vin wè wa Salomon ak kouwòn manman l' te mete sou tèt li jou maryaj li, jou kè l' te kontan anpil la.
