Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.
Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ lọ, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ láàrín àwọn obìnrin? Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ yà sí, kí a lè bá ọ wá a?
2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Olùfẹ́ mi ti sọ̀kalẹ̀ lọ sínú ọgbà rẹ̀, sí ibi ibùsùn tùràrí, láti máa jẹ nínú ọgbà láti kó ìtànná lílì jọ.
3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Èmi ni ti olùfẹ́ mi, olùfẹ́ mi sì ni tèmi, Ó ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná lílì.
4 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
Ìwọ lẹ́wà olùfẹ́ mi, bí i Tirsa, ìwọ lẹ́wà bí i Jerusalẹmu, ìwọ ògo bí ogun pẹ̀lú ọ̀págun.
5 Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
Yí ojú rẹ kúrò lára mi; nítorí ojú rẹ borí mi. Irun rẹ rí bí i ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́ tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá láti Gileadi.
6 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
Eyín rẹ rí bí ọ̀wọ́ àgùntàn, tí ó gòkè láti ibi ìwẹ̀ rẹ̀ wá, gbogbo wọn bí ìbejì, kò sì ṣí ọ̀kankan tí ó yàgàn nínú wọn.
7 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without thy veil.
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ lẹ́bàá ìbòjú rẹ, rí bí ẹ̀là èso pomegiranate.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Ọgọ́ta ayaba ní ń bẹ níbẹ̀, àti ọgọ́rin àlè, àti àwọn wúńdíá láìníye.
9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
Àdàbà mi, aláìlábàwọ́n mi, ọ̀kan ni, ọ̀kan ṣoṣo ọmọbìnrin ìyá rẹ̀, ààyò ẹyọ kan ṣoṣo ẹni tí ó bí i. Àwọn obìnrin rí i wọ́n pè é ní alábùkún fún àwọn ayaba àti àwọn àlè gbé oríyìn fún un.
10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
Ta ni èyí tí ó tàn jáde bí i ìràwọ̀ òwúrọ̀, tí ó dára bí òṣùpá, tí ó mọ́lẹ̀ bí oòrùn, tí ó ní ẹ̀rù bí i jagunjagun pẹ̀lú ọ̀págun?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
Èmi sọ̀kalẹ̀ lọ sí ibi ọgbà èso igi láti wo àwọn ẹ̀ka igi tuntun ní àfonífojì, láti rí i bí àjàrà rúwé, tàbí bí pomegiranate ti rudi.
12 There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Kí èmi tó mọ̀, àárẹ̀ ọkàn mú mi, mo sì fẹ́ kí ń wà láàrín àwọn ènìyàn mi.
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
Padà wá, padà wá, ìwọ ọmọ Ṣulamati; padà wá, padà wá, kí àwa kí ó lè yọ́ ọ wò. Olùfẹ́ Èéṣe tí ẹ̀yin fẹ́ yọ́ Ṣulamati wò, bí ẹni pé orin ijó Mahanaimu?
