Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
Báwo ni ìwọ ti lẹ́wà tó olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, ìwọ jẹ́ arẹwà! Ìwọ ní ojú àdàbà lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ irun rẹ bò ọ́ lójú bí ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́. Tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ lórí òkè Gileadi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
Eyín rẹ̀ funfun bí i irun àgbò tí ó gòkè wá láti ibi ìwẹ̀; olúkúlùkù wọn bí èjìrẹ́; kò sí ọ̀kan nínú wọn tí ó da dúró.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
Ètè rẹ dàbí òwú òdòdó; ẹnu rẹ̀ dùn. Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dàbí ẹ̀là pomegiranate lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
Ọrùn rẹ dàbí ilé ìṣọ́ Dafidi, tí a kọ́ pẹ̀lú ìhámọ́ra; lórí rẹ̀ ni a fi ẹgbẹ̀rún àpáta kọ́, gbogbo wọn jẹ́ àṣà àwọn alágbára.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
Ọmú rẹ̀ méjèèjì dàbí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì tí ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná ewéko lílì.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Títí ọjọ́ yóò fi rọ̀ tí òjìji yóò fi fò lọ, èmi yóò lọ sí orí òkè ńlá òjìá àti sí òkè kékeré tùràrí.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
Gbogbo ara rẹ jẹ́ kìkì ẹwà, olólùfẹ́ mi; kò sì ṣí àbàwọ́n lára rẹ.
8 [Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, — Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
Kí a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni, ìyàwó mi, ki a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni. Àwa wò láti orí òkè Amana, láti orí òkè ti Seniri, àti téńté Hermoni, láti ibi ihò àwọn kìnnìún, láti orí òkè ńlá àwọn ẹkùn.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi pẹ̀lú ìwò ẹ̀ẹ̀kan ojú rẹ, pẹ̀lú ọ̀kan nínú ìlẹ̀kẹ̀ ọrùn rẹ.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
Ìfẹ́ rẹ ti dùn tó, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi! Ìfẹ́ rẹ tu ni lára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ, òórùn ìkunra rẹ sì ju òórùn gbogbo tùràrí lọ!
11 Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Ètè rẹ ń kan dídùn bí afárá oyin, ìyàwó mi; wàrà àti oyin wà lábẹ́ ahọ́n rẹ. Òórùn aṣọ rẹ sì dàbí òórùn Lebanoni.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Arábìnrin mi ni ọgbà tí a sọ, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìsun tí a sé mọ́, orísun tí a fi èdìdì dì.
13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
Ohun ọ̀gbìn rẹ àgbàlá pomegiranate ni ti òun ti àṣàyàn èso; kipiresi àti nadi,
14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
nadi àti Safironi, kalamusi àti kinamoni, àti gbogbo igi olóòórùn dídùn, òjìá àti aloe pẹ̀lú irú wọn.
15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
Ìwọ ni ọgbà orísun, kànga omi ìyè, ìṣàn omi láti Lebanoni wá.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
Jí ìwọ afẹ́fẹ́ àríwá kí o sì wá, afẹ́fẹ́ gúúsù! Fẹ́ lórí ọgbà mi, kí àwọn òórùn dídùn inú rẹ lè rùn jáde. Jẹ́ kí olùfẹ́ mi wá sínú ọgbà a rẹ̀ kí ó sì jẹ àṣàyàn èso rẹ̀.
