Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, me dɔfoɔ! Ao, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Wʼaniwa a ɛhyehyɛ wo nkatanimu mu no te sɛ aborɔnoma. Wo nwi te sɛ mpapokuo a wɔresiane Gilead Bepɔ.
2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Wo se te sɛ nnwankuo a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforɔ, a wɔfiri adwareɛ. Wɔnam mmienu mmienu na wɔn mu biara nyɛ ankonam.
3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan ahoma; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontorɔ mu a ɛhyɛ wo nkatanimu mu te sɛ ateaa aduaba fa.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofoɔ kyɛm.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Wo nufu mmienu te sɛ atwe mma mmienu, atwe mma ntafoɔ a wɔdidi wɔ sukooko mu.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Ɛnkɔ si sɛ adeɛ bɛkye, ama sunsum adwane no, mɛkɔ kurobo bepɔ ne aduhwam nkokoɔ no so.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni ɛdɛm biara.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ma yɛn mfiri Lebanon, mʼayeforɔ, wo ne me mfiri Lebanon nkɔ. Siane firi Amana atifi bra, firi Senir atifi, Hermon apampam hɔ, firi agyata buo mu ne mmepɔ a asebɔ dɛɛdɛɛ hɔ.
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
Woagye mʼakoma abɔ so, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; woagye mʼakoma abɔ so wode wʼani a ɛbɔɔ me soɔ, ne wo kɔnmuadeɛ mu ɔbohemaa baako.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Wo dɔ yɛ ahomeka, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ! Hwɛ wo dɔ sɔ ani sene bobesa, na wʼaduhwam yɛ hwam sene pɛperɛ biara.
11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
Adɔdɔdeɛ firi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforɔ; nufosuo ne ɛwoɔ wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntadeɛ mu hwa te sɛ Lebanon deɛ.
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano ɛpono mu, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; woyɛ asutire a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔ ano.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuo so ateaa a ɛso aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
nnuannua ne mmɛtire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohwamfufuo nnua hodoɔ, kurobo ne dupapoɔ ne pɛperɛ papa ahodoɔ nyinaa ka ho.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Woyɛ turo mu asubura. Woyɛ ɔtadeɛ a nsuo tene firi mu sane firi Lebanon.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
Sɔre, atifi fam mframa! Bra, anafoɔ fam mframa! Bɔ fa me turo mu, sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a ne hwa no bɛgyegye hɔ. Ma me dɔfoɔ mmra ne turo mu na ɔmmɛka ne nnuaba papa no nhwɛ.
