Song of Solomon 7
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
A la bèl pye ou bèl nan sandal yo, o pitit a nòb yo! O fi a prens lan! Koub kwis ou tankou bijou, zèv a yon vrè atis.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Lonbrit ou kon yon tas won ki pa janm manke diven mele; vant ou se yon bèl pakèt ble ankadre ak flè lis;
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
De tete ou se de jenn pòtre a yon antilòp, jimo a yon antilòp.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
Kou ou se yon kou ivwa, zye ou tankou sous dlo nan Hesbon yo akote pòtay a Bath-Rabbim nan. Nen ou tankou tou Liban ki gade vè Damas la.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Tèt ou kouwone ou tankou Mòn Carmel e très cheve tèt ou tankou fisèl mov. Wa a kaptire pa très ou yo.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
A la ou bèl e a la ou mèvèye, ak tout bèlte ou yo!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Lè ou kanpe se tankou yon pye palmis e tete ou se grap li yo.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
Mwen te di: “Mwen va monte pye palmis lan, mwen va kenbe tij fwi li yo.” O ke tete ou yo kapab tankou grap ki pann sou chan rezen nan e bon odè a souf ou tankou pòm,
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
Epi bouch ou tankou meyè diven an, ki desann byen swa pou cheri mwen an, e koule dousman nan lèv a sila ki tonbe nan dòmi yo.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
Mwen pou cheri mwen an e dezi li se pou mwen.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Vini, cheri mwen an! Annou pati ale nan chan yo e fè lojman nan ti vil yo.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
Annou leve bonè pou rive nan chan rezen yo; annou gade pou wè si chan rezen an gen tan boujonnen e flè li yo fin ouvri. Se la, m ap bay ou lanmou mwen an.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
Mandragò yo fin bay bèl odè; epi sou tout pòt nou yo se tout meyè fwi yo, ni nèf ni ansyen, ki te konsève pou ou, lanmou mwen an.
