< Song of Solomon 3 >

1 In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not.
Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhunu no.
2 I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and I found him not.
Mɛsɔre afei na makɔ kyinkyini kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔntene so ne nʼadwabirem; na mahwehwɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no.
3 The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen him, whom my soul loveth?
Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aprɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahunu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no anaa?”
4 When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go, till I bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that bore me.
Mereyɛ atwa wɔn ho pɛ na mehunuu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no. Mesɔɔ ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kɔsii sɛ mede no baa me maame fie, de no kɔɔ deɛ ɔnyinsɛnee me dan mu.
5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.
Yerusalem mmammaa mehyɛ mo sɛ, Momfa wiram atwewa ne ɔforoteɛ nsuae sɛ morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.
6 Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer?
Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba te sɛ wisie kumɔnn a ɛfiri kurobo, aduhwam ne adwadifoɔ pɛprɛ ahodoɔ mu, atutu ne ho yi?
7 Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon?
Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofoɔ aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; adeɛ a ɛwɔ animuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,
8 All holding swords, and most expert in war: every man’s sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
Wɔn nyinaa bobɔ akofena, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodie ho nyansa. Wɔn akofena bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama deɛ ɛbɛsi anadwo a ɛyɛ hu biara.
9 King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus:
Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛeɛ.
10 The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple: the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Ɔde dwetɛ na ɛyɛɛ nʼadum, ɔde sikakɔkɔɔ na ɛyɛɛ ne nnyinasoɔ. Wɔde beredum ntoma na ɛduraa emu nkonnwa ho. Emu nsiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmammaa na wɔyɛeɛ.
11 Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the joy of his heart.
Momfiri adi, mo Sion mmammaa, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛ deɛ ne maame de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforɔhyia da no, da a ɔdii ahurisie nʼakoma mu no.

< Song of Solomon 3 >