Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Orin, àwọn orin tí í ṣe orin Solomoni.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
Fi ìfẹnukonu ìfẹ́ kò mí ní ẹnu, nítorí ìfẹ́ rẹ dára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ.
3 Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
Òórùn ìkunra rẹ fanimọ́ra. Orúkọ rẹ rí bí ìkunra tí a tú jáde abájọ tí àwọn wúńdíá fi fẹ́ ọ.
4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
Fà mí lọ pẹ̀lú rẹ, kí a lọ kíákíá ọba ti mú mi wá sínú yàrá rẹ̀. Ọ̀rẹ́ Àwa yọ̀ inú wa sì dùn sí ọ; a gbé ìfẹ́ rẹ ga ju ọtí wáìnì lọ. Olólùfẹ́ Wọ́n fẹ́ ọ nítòótọ́!
5 I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Èmi dúdú mo sì ní ẹwà. Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu dúdú bí àgọ́ ìlú Kedari, bí aṣọ títa ti Solomoni.
6 Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
Má ṣe wò mí nítorí wí pé mo dúdú, nítorí oòrùn mú mi dúdú, ọmọkùnrin ìyá mi bínú sí mi ó sì fi mí ṣe olùtọ́jú ọgbà àjàrà; ọgbà àjàrà tèmi ni èmi kò tọ́jú.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
Wí fún mi, ìwọ ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́, níbo ni ìwọ ń da agbo ẹran lọ. Níbi tí ìwọ mú agbo ẹran rẹ sinmi ní ọ̀sán, kí ni ìdí tí èmi yóò fi jẹ́ obìnrin asán ní ẹ̀bá agbo ẹran àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ rẹ.
8 If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Bí ìwọ kò bá mọ̀, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ nínú àwọn obìnrin. Bá ọ̀nà tí agbo ẹran rìn lọ, kí o sì bọ́ àwọn ọmọ ewúrẹ́ rẹ. Ní ẹ̀bá àgọ́ àwọn olùṣọ́-àgùntàn.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Olùfẹ́ mi, mo fi ọ́ wé ẹṣin mi nínú kẹ̀kẹ́ Farao.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dára ní ohun ọ̀ṣọ́, ọrùn rẹ sì yẹ ọ̀ṣọ́ ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
A ó fi wúrà ṣe òrùka etí fún ọ, a ó fi fàdákà ṣe ìlẹ̀kẹ̀.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
Nígbà tí ọba wà ní orí ìjókòó rẹ̀, òróró ìkunra mi tú òórùn jáde.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
Ìdì òjìá ni olùfẹ́ mi jẹ sí mi, òun ó sinmi lé àárín ọmú mi.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Bí ìdì ìtànná Henina ni olùfẹ́ mi rí sí mi láti inú ọgbà àjàrà ti En-Gedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
Báwo ni o ti lẹ́wà tó, olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe lẹ́wà tó! Ìwọ ní ojú ẹyẹlé.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Báwo ni o ṣe dára tó, olùfẹ́ mi! Háà, báwo ni o ṣe wu ni! Ibùsùn wa ní ìtura.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Ìtànṣán ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi kedari ẹkẹ́ ilé wa jẹ́ ti igi firi.
