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.
Báwo ni ìwọ ti lẹ́wà tó olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, ìwọ jẹ́ arẹwà! Ìwọ ní ojú àdàbà lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ irun rẹ bò ọ́ lójú bí ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́. Tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ lórí òkè Gileadi.
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.
Eyín rẹ̀ funfun bí i irun àgbò tí ó gòkè wá láti ibi ìwẹ̀; olúkúlùkù wọn bí èjìrẹ́; kò sí ọ̀kan nínú wọn tí ó da dúró.
3 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Ètè rẹ dàbí òwú òdòdó; ẹnu rẹ̀ dùn. Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dàbí ẹ̀là pomegiranate lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ.
4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
Ọrùn rẹ dàbí ilé ìṣọ́ Dafidi, tí a kọ́ pẹ̀lú ìhámọ́ra; lórí rẹ̀ ni a fi ẹgbẹ̀rún àpáta kọ́, gbogbo wọn jẹ́ àṣà àwọn alágbára.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Ọmú rẹ̀ méjèèjì dàbí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì tí ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná ewéko lílì.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Títí ọjọ́ yóò fi rọ̀ tí òjìji yóò fi fò lọ, èmi yóò lọ sí orí òkè ńlá òjìá àti sí òkè kékeré tùràrí.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Gbogbo ara rẹ jẹ́ kìkì ẹwà, olólùfẹ́ mi; kò sì ṣí àbàwọ́n lára rẹ.
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.
Kí a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni, ìyàwó mi, ki a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni. Àwa wò láti orí òkè Amana, láti orí òkè ti Seniri, àti téńté Hermoni, láti ibi ihò àwọn kìnnìún, láti orí òkè ńlá àwọn ẹkùn.
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.
Ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi pẹ̀lú ìwò ẹ̀ẹ̀kan ojú rẹ, pẹ̀lú ọ̀kan nínú ìlẹ̀kẹ̀ ọrùn rẹ.
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.
Ìfẹ́ rẹ ti dùn tó, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi! Ìfẹ́ rẹ tu ni lára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ, òórùn ìkunra rẹ sì ju òórùn gbogbo tùràrí lọ!
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Ètè rẹ ń kan dídùn bí afárá oyin, ìyàwó mi; wàrà àti oyin wà lábẹ́ ahọ́n rẹ. Òórùn aṣọ rẹ sì dàbí òórùn Lebanoni.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Arábìnrin mi ni ọgbà tí a sọ, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìsun tí a sé mọ́, orísun tí a fi èdìdì dì.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Ohun ọ̀gbìn rẹ àgbàlá pomegiranate ni ti òun ti àṣàyàn èso; kipiresi àti nadi,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
nadi àti Safironi, kalamusi àti kinamoni, àti gbogbo igi olóòórùn dídùn, òjìá àti aloe pẹ̀lú irú wọn.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
Ìwọ ni ọgbà orísun, kànga omi ìyè, ìṣàn omi láti Lebanoni wá.
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.
Jí ìwọ afẹ́fẹ́ àríwá kí o sì wá, afẹ́fẹ́ gúúsù! Fẹ́ lórí ọgbà mi, kí àwọn òórùn dídùn inú rẹ lè rùn jáde. Jẹ́ kí olùfẹ́ mi wá sínú ọgbà a rẹ̀ kí ó sì jẹ àṣàyàn èso rẹ̀.
