Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Orin, àwọn orin tí í ṣe orin Solomoni.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Fi ìfẹnukonu ìfẹ́ kò mí ní ẹnu, nítorí ìfẹ́ rẹ dára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Òórùn ìkunra rẹ fanimọ́ra. Orúkọ rẹ rí bí ìkunra tí a tú jáde abájọ tí àwọn wúńdíá fi fẹ́ ọ.
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
Fà mí lọ pẹ̀lú rẹ, kí a lọ kíákíá ọba ti mú mi wá sínú yàrá rẹ̀. Ọ̀rẹ́ Àwa yọ̀ inú wa sì dùn sí ọ; a gbé ìfẹ́ rẹ ga ju ọtí wáìnì lọ. Olólùfẹ́ Wọ́n fẹ́ ọ nítòótọ́!
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Èmi dúdú mo sì ní ẹwà. Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu dúdú bí àgọ́ ìlú Kedari, bí aṣọ títa ti Solomoni.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Má ṣe wò mí nítorí wí pé mo dúdú, nítorí oòrùn mú mi dúdú, ọmọkùnrin ìyá mi bínú sí mi ó sì fi mí ṣe olùtọ́jú ọgbà àjàrà; ọgbà àjàrà tèmi ni èmi kò tọ́jú.
7 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
Wí fún mi, ìwọ ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́, níbo ni ìwọ ń da agbo ẹran lọ. Níbi tí ìwọ mú agbo ẹran rẹ sinmi ní ọ̀sán, kí ni ìdí tí èmi yóò fi jẹ́ obìnrin asán ní ẹ̀bá agbo ẹran àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ rẹ.
8 If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
Bí ìwọ kò bá mọ̀, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ nínú àwọn obìnrin. Bá ọ̀nà tí agbo ẹran rìn lọ, kí o sì bọ́ àwọn ọmọ ewúrẹ́ rẹ. Ní ẹ̀bá àgọ́ àwọn olùṣọ́-àgùntàn.
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Olùfẹ́ mi, mo fi ọ́ wé ẹṣin mi nínú kẹ̀kẹ́ Farao.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dára ní ohun ọ̀ṣọ́, ọrùn rẹ sì yẹ ọ̀ṣọ́ ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
A ó fi wúrà ṣe òrùka etí fún ọ, a ó fi fàdákà ṣe ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Nígbà tí ọba wà ní orí ìjókòó rẹ̀, òróró ìkunra mi tú òórùn jáde.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Ìdì òjìá ni olùfẹ́ mi jẹ sí mi, òun ó sinmi lé àárín ọmú mi.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Bí ìdì ìtànná Henina ni olùfẹ́ mi rí sí mi láti inú ọgbà àjàrà ti En-Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Báwo ni o ti lẹ́wà tó, olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe lẹ́wà tó! Ìwọ ní ojú ẹyẹlé.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Báwo ni o ṣe dára tó, olùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe wu ni! Ibùsùn wa ní ìtura.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Ìtànṣán ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi kedari ẹkẹ́ ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi firi.
