Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ nea me koma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhu no.
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.
Mɛsɔre afei na makokyinkyin kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔnten so ne gua so; na mahwehwɛ nea me koma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhu no.
3 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aprɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahu nea me koma da no so no ana?”
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.
Mereyɛ atwa wɔn ho pɛ na mihuu nea me koma da no so no. Misoo ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kosii sɛ mede no baa me na fi, de no kɔɔ nea onyinsɛnee me no dan mu.
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.
Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
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?
Hena na ofi sare so reba te sɛ wusiw kumɔnn a efi kurobow, aduhuam ne aguadifo pɛprɛ ahorow mu, atutu ne ho yi?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofo aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; ade a ɛwɔ anuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,
8 All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
Wɔn nyinaa bobɔ afoa, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodi ho nyansa. Wɔn afoa bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama nea ebesi anadwo a ɛyɛ hu biara.
9 King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛe.
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.
Ɔde dwetɛ na ɛyɛɛ nʼadum, ɔde sikakɔkɔɔ na ɛyɛɛ ne nnyinaso. Wɔde biridum ntama na eduraa mu nkongua ho; mu asiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmabea na wɔyɛe.
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.
Mumfi adi, mo Sion mmabea, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛw nea ne na de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforohyia da no, da a odii ahurusi wɔ ne koma mu no.
