Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Maba me turo mu, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; maboaboa me kurobo ne me nnuhwam ano. Madi me woɔkyɛm ne ɛwoɔ; manom me bobesa ne me nufosuo. Nnamfonom: Ao, nnamfonom, monnidi na monnom; Ao, adɔfonom, monnom deɛ ɛbɛmee mo.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'
Medaeɛ nanso mʼakoma anna. Tie! Me dɔfoɔ rebɔ ɛpono no mu; “Bue me, me nuabaa, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosuo afɔ me tirim, anadwo mu bosuo afɔ me nwi.”
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Maworɔ mʼatadeɛ, mensane mfa nhyɛ anaa? Mahohoro me nan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio anaa?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
Me dɔfoɔ yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue ɛpono no mʼakoma firi aseɛ bɔɔ kimkim wɔ me mu.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
Mesɔree sɛ merekɔhini me dɔfoɔ, na me nsa ho kurobo ne me nsateaa ho aduhwam, yɛɛ apratwom no ho.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Mebue maa me dɔfoɔ no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne korɔ no maa me ho dwirii me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aporɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; wɔyii mʼatadeɛ kɔreɛ saa awɛmfoɔ a wɔwɛn afasuo no!
8 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo, sɛ mohunu me dɔfoɔ no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no sɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ piti.
9 'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'
Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ, mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ a enti wohyɛ yɛn sei?
10 'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
Me dɔfoɔ ho twa na ɔgyegye, wɔfa mpemdu a ɔda mu fua.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ amapa; ne tiri so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.
Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ɔgyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ deɛ wɔde nufosuo adware no, na ɛsisi hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
Nʼafono te sɛ pɛperɛ a wɔasɛ no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hwa te sɛ aduhwam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobo.
14 His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛboɔ asisi mu. Ne onipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwi ho na wɔde aboɔdemmoɔ adura ho.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Ne nan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a ɛsisi sikakɔkɔɔ amapa nnyinasoɔ so. Ne bɔberɛ te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne ntweneduro.
16 His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'
Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɛkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfoɔ nie, mʼadamfo nie, Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa.
