Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, me dɔfo! Ao, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Wʼaniwa a ɛhyehyɛ wo nkataanim mu no te sɛ aborɔnoma. Wo nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian Gilead Bepɔw.
2 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
3 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan hama; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofo kyɛm.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta a wodidi wɔ sukooko mu.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkye, ama honhom aguan no, mɛkɔ kurobow bepɔw ne aduhuam nkoko no so.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni dɛm biara.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
Ma yemfi Lebanon, mʼayeforo, wo ne me mfi Lebanon nkɔ. Sian fi Amana atifi bra, fi Senir atifi, Hermon apampam hɔ, fi gyata buw mu ne mmepɔw a asebɔ dɛɛdɛɛ hɔ.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
Woagye me koma abɔ so, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woagye me koma abɔ so; wode wʼani a ɛbɔɔ me so, ne wo kɔnmuade mu ɔbohemaa baako.
10 How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
Wo dɔ yɛ anigye, me nuabea, mʼayeforo! Hwɛ, wo dɔ sɔ ani sen bobesa, na wʼaduhuam yɛ huam sen pɛprɛ biara.
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Asɛm dɛdɛ fi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforo; nufusu ne ɛwo wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntade mu hua te sɛ Lebanon de.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano pon mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woyɛ asuti a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔw ano.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuw so ntunkum a ɛsow aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
nnuannua ne mmetire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohuamfufu nnua ahorow, kurobow ne dupapo ne pɛprɛ papa ahorow nyinaa ka ho.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
Woyɛ asubura turo, abura a nsu sen fi mu a ɛsen fi Lebanon.
16 Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
Sɔre, atifi fam mframa! Bra, anafo fam mframa! Bɔ fa me turo mu, sɛnea ɛbɛyɛ a ne hua no begyigye afa baabiara. Ma me dɔfo mmra ne turo mu na ɔmmɛka ne nnuaba papa no nhwɛ.
