< Song of Solomon 7 >
1 HOW beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Báwo ni ẹsẹ̀ rẹ ti ní ẹwà tó nínú bàtà. Ìwọ ọmọbìnrin ọba! Oríkèé itan rẹ rí bí ohun ọ̀ṣọ́ iṣẹ́ ọlọ́gbọ́n oníṣọ̀nà
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Ìdodo rẹ rí bí àwo tí kì í ṣe aláìní ọtí, ìbàdí rẹ bí òkìtì alikama tí a fi lílì yíká.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Ọmú rẹ rí bí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì àgbọ̀nrín.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Ọrùn rẹ rí bí ilé ìṣọ́ eyín erin. Ojú rẹ rí bí adágún ní Heṣboni ní ẹ̀bá ẹnu ibodè Bati-Rabbimu. Imú rẹ rí bí ilé ìṣọ́ Lebanoni tí ó kọ ojú sí Damasku.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Bí òkè Karmeli ṣe ṣe adé yí àwọn òkè ká, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni irun orí rẹ ṣe adé yí orí rẹ ká a fi àìdi irun rẹ mú ọba ní ìgbèkùn.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Báwo ni ẹwà rẹ ti pọ̀ tó báwo ni o sì ti dára tó ìwọ olùfẹ́ mi nínú ìfẹ́?
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Ìdúró rẹ rí bí igi ọ̀pẹ, àti ọmú rẹ bí ìdì èso àjàrà.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Mo ní, “Èmi yóò gun igi ọ̀pẹ lọ, èmi yóò di ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ mú.” Kí ọmú rẹ rí bí ìdì èso àjàrà, àti èémí imú rẹ bí i ápù.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Àti ìfẹnukonu rẹ rí bí ọtí wáìnì tí ó dára jùlọ. Olólùfẹ́ Tí ó kúnná tí ó sì dùn, tí ń mú kí ètè àwọn tí ó sùn kí ó sọ̀rọ̀.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Ti olùfẹ́ mi ni èmi í ṣe, èmi sì ni ẹni tí ó wù ú.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Wá, olùfẹ́ mi, jẹ́ kí a lọ sí ibi pápá, jẹ́ kí a lo àṣálẹ́ ní àwọn ìletò.
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 thee my loves.
Jẹ́ kí a lọ sínú ọgbà àjàrà ní kùtùkùtù láti wo bí àjàrà rúwé bí ìtànná àjàrà bá là. Àti bí pomegiranate bá ti rudi, níbẹ̀ ni èmi yóò ti fi ìfẹ́ mi fún ọ.
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 thee, O my beloved.
Àwọn èso mándrákì mú òórùn wọn jáde ní ẹnu-ọ̀nà wa ni onírúurú àṣàyàn èso, èso tuntun àti ọjọ́ pípẹ́ tí mo ti kó pamọ́ fún ọ, olùfẹ́ mi.