Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ao, ɔdehyeɛ babaa! Wʼanantuo a wogyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfoɔ nsa ano adwuma.
2 Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a ɛnni nsa a nsã pa wɔ mu ɛberɛ biara. Wo sisi yɛ atokoɔ a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Wo nufu te sɛ aforoteɛ mma mmienu, adabɔ mma ntafoɔ.
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntadeɛ a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim ɛpono nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Wo tiri si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔ. Wo tirinwi te sɛ adehyetoma a wɔadi mu adwinneɛ; wo tirinwi tentene no dwomfa ɔhene.
6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, Ao ɔdɔ, wo ho anikadeɛ ma wo ho yɛ ahomeka.
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Wo siberɛ te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba siaka.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
Mekaa sɛ, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na masɔ nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe siaka, na wo homeɛ mu hwa nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Na wʼanomu hwa nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaawa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfoɔ hɔ tee, ɛntene mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Meyɛ me dɔfoɔ dea, na nʼapɛdeɛ ne me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Bra, me dɔfoɔ; ma yɛnkɔ nkuraase, ma yɛnkɔda nkuraase anadwo baako.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
Ma yɛnkɔ bobefuo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhyerɛnne, sɛ nhyerɛnne no apaapae, anaasɛ ateaa no ayɛ frɔmm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
Adasoa yi ne hwa, na akɔnnɔduane nyinaa bɛgu yɛn ɛpono ano, foforɔ ne dada, a mede asie ama woɔ, me dɔfoɔ.
