Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ɔdehye babea! Wʼanantu a wugyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfo nsa ano adwuma.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a enni nsa a nsa pa wɔ mu bere biara. Wo sisi yɛ atoko a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntade a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim pon nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
Wo ti si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔw. Wo tinwi te sɛ adehyetam a wɔadi mu adwinni; wo tinwi atenten no kyere ɔhene dommum.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, ɔdɔ, wo ho yɛ anigye na ɛma ahomeka ara!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Wo sibea te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba kasiaw.
8 I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;
Mekae se, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na maso nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe kasiaw, na wo home mu hua nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
Na wʼanom hua nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfo hɔ tee, ɛnsen mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Meyɛ me dɔfo de, na nʼapɛde ne me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Bra, me dɔfo; ma yɛnkɔ akuraa, ma yɛnkɔda akuraa anadwo baako.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
Ma yɛnkɔ bobeturo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, sɛ nhwiren no apaapae, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Adesaa yi ne hua, na akɔnnɔduan nyinaa begu yɛn pon ano, foforo ne dedaw, a mede asie ama wo, me dɔfo.
