Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none would despise me.
Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wonum me maame nufu ano, ɛna mehunuu wo wɔ abɔntene so a, anka mɛfe wʼano, a obiara ntumi mmu me animtiaa.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, that thou mightest instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Anka mɛdi wʼanim na mede wo aba me maame efie, ɔno a woakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ateaa mu nsuo dɔkɔ dɔkɔ no bi.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatikɔ na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
4 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, until it please?'
Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth.
Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba a ɔtwere ne dɔfoɔ kokom yi? Ababaawa: Mekanyanee wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo maame nyinsɛnee woɔ, ɛhɔ na deɛ ɔkoo awoɔ no woo woɔ.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave; the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (Sheol h7585)
Fa me to wʼakoma so sɛ nsɔanodeɛ, sɛ nsɔanodeɛ wɔ wʼabasa so, ɛfiri sɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owuo, ne ninkunutweɛ tim hɔ sɛ damena. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyadɛreɛ, sɛ ogyaframa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned.
Nsuo dodoɔ rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔntene rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fie ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no adeɛ a ɛsom bo.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Yɛwɔ nuabaa akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔeɛ. Ɛdeɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabaa yi wɔ da a wɔbɛbisa no ase?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasuo a, yɛbɛsi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɛpono a, yɛde ntweneduro bɛsi ne ɛpono no kwan.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof; then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
Meyɛ ɔfasuo, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde deɛ ɛsɔ ani reba.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof brought in a thousand pieces of silver.
Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafoɔ. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbena apem.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me dea. Me deɛ, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne deɛ gye nnwetɛbena apem, na ɔtua nʼapaafoɔ nnwetɛbena ahaanu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: 'Cause me to hear it.'
Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfoɔ, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforoteɛ ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔ a nnuhwam ahyɛ so ma so.
