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 deɛ mʼakoma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhunu 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 makɔ kyinkyini kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔntene so ne nʼadwabirem; na mahwehwɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no.
3 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aprɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahunu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no anaa?”
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 mehunuu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no. Mesɔɔ ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kɔsii sɛ mede no baa me maame fie, de no kɔɔ deɛ ɔnyinsɛnee me 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 mmammaa mehyɛ mo sɛ, Momfa wiram atwewa ne ɔforoteɛ nsuae sɛ morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ 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?
Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba te sɛ wisie kumɔnn a ɛfiri kurobo, aduhwam ne adwadifoɔ pɛprɛ ahodoɔ 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 akofoɔ aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; adeɛ a ɛwɔ animuonyam 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 akofena, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodie ho nyansa. Wɔn akofena bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama deɛ ɛbɛsi 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 ɛyɛeɛ.
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 nnyinasoɔ. Wɔde beredum ntoma na ɛduraa emu nkonnwa ho. Emu nsiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmammaa na wɔyɛeɛ.
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.
Momfiri adi, mo Sion mmammaa, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛ deɛ ne maame de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforɔhyia da no, da a ɔdii ahurisie nʼakoma mu no.
