< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off.
Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wunum me na nufu ano, na mihuu wo wɔ abɔnten so a, anka mefew wʼano, a obiara rentumi mmu me animtiaa.
2 Then I could take you home to my mother's house, where she used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate.
Anka medi wʼanim na mede wo aba me na fi, ɔno a wakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ntunkum mu nsu dɔkɔdɔkɔ no bi.
3 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
4 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyan na morenhwanyan ɔdɔ mu kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
5 Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.
Hena na ofi sare so reba a otweri ne dɔfo koko mu yi? Ababaa: Mekanyan wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo na nyinsɛnee wo, ɛhɔ na nea ɔkoo awo no woo wo.
6 Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord. (Sheol h7585)
Fa me to wo koma so sɛ nsɔwanode, sɛ nsɔwanode wɔ wʼabasa so, efisɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owu, ne ninkutwe tim hɔ sɛ ɔda. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyatannaa, sɛ ogyatannaa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
7 Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.
Nsu dodow rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔnten rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fi ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no ade a ɛsom bo.
8 We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?
Yɛwɔ nuabea akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔɔ ɛ. Dɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabea yi wɔ da a wobebisa no ase?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.
Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasu a, yebesi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔpon a, yɛde sida besiw ne pon ano kwan.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!
Meyɛ ɔfasu, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde nea ɛsɔ ani reba.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced.
Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafo. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbona apem.
12 But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.
Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me de. Me de, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne de gye nnwetɛbona apem, na otua nʼapaafo nnwetɛbona ahannu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
13 My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
14 Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfo, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforote ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔw a nnuhuam ahyɛ so ma so.

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