Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Sou kabann mwen, pandan nwit la, mwen te chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Koulye a fòk mwen leve mache toupatou nan vil la; nan ri yo ak nan plas yo. Fòk mwen chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
Gadyen ki fè tou vil la te twouve m. Mwen te mande l: “Èske ou konn wè sila ke nanm mwen renmen an?”
4 — Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Lè m fenk kite yo mwen te jwenn sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te kenbe l, mwen te refize lage l jiskaske mwen mennen l rive lakay manman m, pou l antre nan chanm a sila ki te vin ansent mwen an.
5 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, nan non antilòp ak bich mawon an, pou nou pa fè lanmou leve ni ouvri zye l jiskaske se plezi li.
6 Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
Se kisa k ap monte kite dezè a tankou pilye lafimen yo, byen pafime ak fèy bazilik ak lansan, plen ak poud santi bon machann yo?
7 Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
Gade byen, se kanape vwayaj Salomon k ap monte; swasant òm pwisan kap antoure l, mesye pwisan Israël yo.
8 They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
Yo tout ki konn manyen nepe, ki fò nan afè lagè; chak mesye gen nepe l bò kote li, pou fè gad kont menas lannwit yo.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
Wa Salomon te fè pou kont li yon kanape vwayaj ak bwa Liban an.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Li te fè pye li ak ajan e repo pou do a ak lò. Kote pou chita a fabrike ak twal mov, e tout anndan li byen dekore pa fi Jérusalem yo.
11 Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Ale, O fi a Sion yo, e fikse byen Wa Salomon ak kouwòn sila a manman l te kouwone l nan jou fèt maryaj li, nan jou kè kontan li an.
