Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
Se yon woz mawon sou mòn Sawon mwen ye, yon bèl ti flè nan yon basrak.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Tankou yon bèl ti flè nan mitan pikan, se konsa anmòrèz mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn fi yo.
3 Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
Tankou yon pye ponm nan mitan yon rakbwa, se konsa mennaj mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn gason yo. Mwen renmen chita anba lonbray li. Donn li gou nan bouch mwen.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
Li mennen m' yon ti kote al bwè avè l'. Se pawòl damou ase l'ap glise nan zòrèy mwen.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Li remoute kouraj mwen ak pen rezen. Li rafrechi gòj mwen ak ponm. Mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li!
7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
Mwen tande vwa mennaj mwen! Men l'ap vini. Li soti sou mòn yo, l'ap kouri desann timòn yo vin jwenn mwen.
9 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit. Men li la dèyè miray kay la. L'ap gade nan fennèt la, l'ap veye nan jalouzi a pou wè sa m'ap fè.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Mennaj mwen pale avè m', li di m': Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
Gade! Sezon fredi pase, lapli sispann tonbe.
12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
Nan tout jaden, flè yo louvri. Se sezon ou tande chante toupatou. Toutrèl gen tan ap chante nan bwa.
13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
Fig frans konmanse mi. Nou ka pran sant flè pye rezen yo. Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
14 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
Ti toutrèl mwen, ou kache nan fant wòch yo, anba gwo wòch byen wo yo. Moutre m' ti figi ou non! Fè m' tande vwa ou. Ala bèl ti figi ou bèl! Ala dous vwa ou dous!
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Kenbe vòlò yo, kenbe ti vòlò yo anvan yo ravaje jaden rezen nou yo, jaden rezen nou yo k'ap fleri.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
Mennaj mwen, se pou mwen li ye! Mwen menm, se pou li mwen ye! L'ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan pye woz yo.
17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
Anvan labrin tonbe, anvan solèy vin kouche, kouri tounen vin jwenn mwen, mennaj mwen, tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit k'ap kouri sou mòn byen wo yo.
