Song of Solomon 1
Orin, àwọn orin tí í ṣe orin Solomoni.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
Fi ìfẹnukonu ìfẹ́ kò mí ní ẹnu, nítorí ìfẹ́ rẹ dára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
Òórùn ìkunra rẹ fanimọ́ra. Orúkọ rẹ rí bí ìkunra tí a tú jáde abájọ tí àwọn wúńdíá fi fẹ́ ọ.
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
Fà mí lọ pẹ̀lú rẹ, kí a lọ kíákíá ọba ti mú mi wá sínú yàrá rẹ̀. Ọ̀rẹ́ Àwa yọ̀ inú wa sì dùn sí ọ; a gbé ìfẹ́ rẹ ga ju ọtí wáìnì lọ. Olólùfẹ́ Wọ́n fẹ́ ọ nítòótọ́!
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Èmi dúdú mo sì ní ẹwà. Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu dúdú bí àgọ́ ìlú Kedari, bí aṣọ títa ti Solomoni.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
Má ṣe wò mí nítorí wí pé mo dúdú, nítorí oòrùn mú mi dúdú, ọmọkùnrin ìyá mi bínú sí mi ó sì fi mí ṣe olùtọ́jú ọgbà àjàrà; ọgbà àjàrà tèmi ni èmi kò tọ́jú.
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
Wí fún mi, ìwọ ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́, níbo ni ìwọ ń da agbo ẹran lọ. Níbi tí ìwọ mú agbo ẹran rẹ sinmi ní ọ̀sán, kí ni ìdí tí èmi yóò fi jẹ́ obìnrin asán ní ẹ̀bá agbo ẹran àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ rẹ.
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
Bí ìwọ kò bá mọ̀, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ nínú àwọn obìnrin. Bá ọ̀nà tí agbo ẹran rìn lọ, kí o sì bọ́ àwọn ọmọ ewúrẹ́ rẹ. Ní ẹ̀bá àgọ́ àwọn olùṣọ́-àgùntàn.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
Olùfẹ́ mi, mo fi ọ́ wé ẹṣin mi nínú kẹ̀kẹ́ Farao.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dára ní ohun ọ̀ṣọ́, ọrùn rẹ sì yẹ ọ̀ṣọ́ ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
A ó fi wúrà ṣe òrùka etí fún ọ, a ó fi fàdákà ṣe ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
Nígbà tí ọba wà ní orí ìjókòó rẹ̀, òróró ìkunra mi tú òórùn jáde.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
Ìdì òjìá ni olùfẹ́ mi jẹ sí mi, òun ó sinmi lé àárín ọmú mi.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Bí ìdì ìtànná Henina ni olùfẹ́ mi rí sí mi láti inú ọgbà àjàrà ti En-Gedi.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
Báwo ni o ti lẹ́wà tó, olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe lẹ́wà tó! Ìwọ ní ojú ẹyẹlé.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
Báwo ni o ṣe dára tó, olùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe wu ni! Ibùsùn wa ní ìtura.
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
Ìtànṣán ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi kedari ẹkẹ́ ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi firi.
