Song of Solomon 6
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Ou menm ki pi bèl fanm pase tout fanm, kote mennaj ou ale? Ki wout ou wè li pran? Nou pral ede ou chache l'.
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mennaj mwen al nan jaden l', kote pyebwa santi bon ap pouse. li al bay mouton l' yo manje. li al ranmase bèl ti flè.
3 I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
Mennaj mwen pou mwen, mwen pou mennaj mwen. li ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan bèl ti flè yo.
4 Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Anmòrèz mwen, ou bèl tankou lavil Tisa. Lè m' wè ou sa fè m' plezi tankou lè m' wè lavil Jerizalèm. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
Sispann gade m', paske lè ou gade m', ou fè m' pa konn sa m'ap fè. Cheve ou ap danse bò figi ou tankou kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad yo.
6 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
7 Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
8 There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
Wa a gen swasant renn, katreven fanm kay. Pou jenn fi menm, se pa pale.
9 But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
Men, pa gen tankou jenn ti pijon mwen an. Li menm ase mwen renmen. Se sèl pitit fi manman l' fè. Se pitit sa a li pi renmen. Lè jenn fi yo wè l', yo di: Gade sa Bondye fè pou ou! Renn yo ak fanm kay yo menm ap fè lwanj li.
10 Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
Kilès sa a k'ap parèt tankou solèy ki fèk leve? Li bèl tankou lalin, li klere tankou solèy. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
11 I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
Mwen desann nan jaden zanmann yo pou m' te wè jenn ti plant yo nan fon an, pou m' wè si pye rezen yo ap boujonnen, si pye grenad yo ap fleri.
12 I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
Apre sa, m' pa konn sa ki pase m'. M' santi m' tankou yon sòlda sou cha lagè ki anvi al goumen.
13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Tounen non, fanm lavil Choulam! Tounen! Tounen non pou n' ka gade ou! Poukisa nou vle gade fanm lavil Choulam lan k'ap danse nan mitan de ran moun?
