Song of Solomon 3

1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.

Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ nea me koma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhu no.

2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see 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 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?

Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aprɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahu nea me koma da no so no ana?”

4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

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 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.

6 Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

Hena na ofi sare so reba te sɛ wusiw kumɔnn a efi kurobow, aduhuam ne aguadifo pɛprɛ ahorow mu, atutu ne ho yi?

7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,

Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofo aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; ade a ɛwɔ anuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,

8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in 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 made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.

Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛe.

10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.

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 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.

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.