Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
Meva nye abɔ me, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ; megbe nye lifi kple nu ʋeʋĩwo. Meɖu nye anyito, heno nye anyitsi; meno nye wain kple nye notsi. Miɖu nu, eye miano nu, O xɔlɔ̃wo, miɖu nu miaɖi ƒo, O lɔlɔ̃tɔwo.
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Medɔ alɔ̃, gake nye dzi ya le ŋu. Miɖo to! Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ʋɔ ƒom! “Ʋu ʋɔ nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nye ahɔnɛ kple nye kpɔkpɔmatikɔe. Ahũ ƒo nye ta bekee, eye nye ɖa me yɔ fũu kple zãmu.
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
Meɖe nye awuwo ɖi; ɖe magatsɔ wo adoa? Meklɔ nye afɔwo; ɖe magaƒo ɖi woa?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ do asi ɖe fesre nu, nye dzi tso tititi ɖe eŋu.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
Metso be maʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, eye ami ʋeʋĩ le tsyɔtsyɔm le nye asi kple asibidɛwo ŋu, heɖuɖu ɖe gameti la ƒe asiléƒe ŋu.
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Meʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, gake nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ dzo; megale ʋɔa godo o. Esi wòdzo la, nye dzi ge ɖe dɔ me nam. Metsa dii, gake nyemekpɔe o. Meyɔe, gake metɔ o.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Zãɖiala siwo le tsatsam le dua me la do gom. Woƒom, de abi ŋunye; dzɔla siwo le gliwo ŋu dzɔm la hã xɔ awu kpekpe si medo ɖe awu dzi la le asinye!
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, meta mi; ne miekpɔ nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ la, nya kae miagblɔ nɛ? Migblɔ nɛ be lɔlɔ̃ de dɔ lãme nam.
9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
Wò, tugbefia, aleke wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ nyo wu lɔlɔ̃tɔ bubuawoe? Nu ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ tsɔ ƒo bubuawo tae hafi nèta nu na mí alea?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le keklẽm, eye wòbiã, ale wòƒo ame akpe ewo ta.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Eƒe ta nye sika nyuitɔ, eƒe taɖa le mlɔmlɔmlɔ, eye wònyɔ abe akpaviã ƒe fu ene.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ siwo le tɔʋuwo to la tɔwo ene, woklɔ wo kple notsi, eye wosɔ ɖe ŋkutome nɛ abe dzonu ene.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Eƒe alɔgowo le abe kutsetse ʋeʋĩ si ɖo ɖe ɖoɖo nu, eye wòle ya ɖem nyuie la ene. Eƒe nuyiwo le abe dzogbenya si le ami ʋeʋĩ tsyɔm la ene.
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Eƒe abɔwo le abe sikati si ŋuti woɖo sohamkpe ɖo la ene. Eƒe ŋutigbalẽ le abe nyiɖu si ŋuti wotutu wòzrɔ̃ nyuie, eye wotsɔ safir ɖo atsyɔ̃ ɖe eŋu la ene.
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Eƒe afɔwo le abe kpe xɔasi sɔti si wotsɔ sika nyuitɔ ɖo gɔmeɖokpe na la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme le abe Lebanon ene, eye wòxɔ asi abe eƒe sedatiwo ene.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Vivi le eƒe nu me gɔ̃ hã, eye eya amea dzeani ŋutɔ. O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, esiae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, esiae nye xɔ̃nye.”
