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!
Maba me turo mu, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; maboaboa me kurobo ne me nnuhwam ano. Madi me woɔkyɛm ne ɛwoɔ; manom me bobesa ne me nufosuo. Nnamfonom: Ao, nnamfonom, monnidi na monnom; Ao, adɔfonom, monnom deɛ ɛbɛmee mo.
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.
Medaeɛ nanso mʼakoma anna. Tie! Me dɔfoɔ rebɔ ɛpono no mu; “Bue me, me nuabaa, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosuo afɔ me tirim, anadwo mu bosuo afɔ me nwi.”
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
Maworɔ mʼatadeɛ, mensane mfa nhyɛ anaa? Mahohoro me nan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio anaa?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Me dɔfoɔ yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue ɛpono no mʼakoma firi aseɛ bɔɔ kimkim wɔ me mu.
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.
Mesɔree sɛ merekɔhini me dɔfoɔ, na me nsa ho kurobo ne me nsateaa ho aduhwam, yɛɛ apratwom no ho.
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke.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.
Mebue maa me dɔfoɔ no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne korɔ no maa me ho dwirii me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
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.
Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aporɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; wɔyii mʼatadeɛ kɔreɛ saa awɛmfoɔ a wɔwɛn afasuo no!
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo, sɛ mohunu me dɔfoɔ no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no sɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ piti.
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?
Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ, mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ a enti wohyɛ yɛn sei?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
Me dɔfoɔ ho twa na ɔgyegye, wɔfa mpemdu a ɔda mu fua.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ amapa; ne tiri so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ɔgyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ deɛ wɔde nufosuo adware no, na ɛsisi hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Nʼafono te sɛ pɛperɛ a wɔasɛ no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hwa te sɛ aduhwam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobo.
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛboɔ asisi mu. Ne onipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwi ho na wɔde aboɔdemmoɔ adura ho.
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Ne nan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a ɛsisi sikakɔkɔɔ amapa nnyinasoɔ so. Ne bɔberɛ te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne ntweneduro.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɛkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfoɔ nie, mʼadamfo nie, Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa.
