Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Mo ti dé inú ọgbà mi, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; mo ti kó òjìá pẹ̀lú òórùn dídùn mi jọ. Mo ti jẹ afárá mi pẹ̀lú oyin mi; mo ti mu ọtí wáìnì mi pẹ̀lú wàrà mi. Ọ̀rẹ́ Ẹ jẹ, ẹ̀yin ọ̀rẹ́, ẹ mu, àní ẹ mu àmuyó, ẹ̀yin olùfẹ́.
2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Mo ti sùn ṣùgbọ́n ọkàn mi jí. Gbọ́! Olólùfẹ́ mi ń kan ìlẹ̀kùn. “Ṣí i fún mi, arábìnrin mi, olùfẹ́ mi, àdàbà mi, aláìlábàwọ́n mi, orí mi kún fún omi ìrì, irun mi kún fún òtútù òru.”
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Mo ti bọ́ aṣọ ìgúnwà mi ṣé èmi gbọdọ̀ tún gbé e wọ̀? Mo ti wẹ ẹsẹ̀ mi ṣé èmi gbọdọ̀ tún tì í bọ eruku?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Olùfẹ́ mi na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ láti inú ihò ìlẹ̀kùn inú mi sì yọ́ sí i.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
Èmi dìde láti ṣílẹ̀kùn fún olùfẹ́ mi, òjìá bẹ̀rẹ̀ sí í kán ní ọwọ́ mi, òjìá olóòórùn ń ti ara ìka mi ń sàn sí orí ìdìmú ìlẹ̀kùn.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Èmi ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn fún olùfẹ́ mi, ṣùgbọ́n olùfẹ́ mi ti kúrò, ó ti lọ ọkàn mi gbọgbẹ́ fún lílọ rẹ̀. Mo wá a kiri ṣùgbọ́n, n kò rí i. Mo pè é ṣùgbọ́n, kò dáhùn.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they stroke me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Àwọn olùṣọ́ tí ń ṣọ́ ìlú rí mi bí wọ́n ti ṣe ń rìn yí ìlú ká. Wọ́n nà mí, wọ́n sá mi lọ́gbẹ́; wọ́n gba ìborùn mi lọ́wọ́ mi. Àwọn olùṣọ́ tí ń ṣọ́ odi!
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if all of you find my beloved, that all of you tell him, that I am sick of love.
Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu, mo bẹ̀ yín bí ẹ̀yin bá rí olùfẹ́ mi, kí ni ẹ̀yin yóò wí fún un? Ẹ wí fún un pé àìsàn ìfẹ́ ń ṣe mi.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?
Kí ni olùfẹ́ rẹ fi dára ju àwọn tókù lọ, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ láàrín àwọn obìnrin? Kí ni olùfẹ́ rẹ fi dára ju àwọn tókù lọ tí ìwọ fi ń fi wá bú bẹ́ẹ̀?
10 My beloved is white and rosy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Olùfẹ́ mi ní ìtànṣán ó sì pọ́n ó ní ọlá ju ẹgbẹ̀rún mẹ́wàá lọ.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Orí rẹ̀ rí bí i wúrà tí ó dára jùlọ ìdì irun rẹ̀ rí bí i imọ̀ ọ̀pẹ ó sì dúdú bí i ẹyẹ ìwò.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Ojú rẹ̀ rí bí i ti àdàbà ní ẹ̀bá odò tí ń sàn, tí a fi wàrà wẹ̀, tí ó jì, tí ó sì dákẹ́ rọ́rọ́.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ̀ rí bí ibùsùn tùràrí tí ó sun òórùn tùràrí dídùn Ètè rẹ̀ rí bí i ìtànná lílì ó ń kán òjìá olóòórùn dídùn.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Apá rẹ̀ rí bí i ọ̀pá wúrà, tí a to ohun ọ̀ṣọ́ sí yíká. Ara rẹ̀ rí bí i eyín erin dídán tí a fi safire ṣe lọ́ṣọ̀ọ́.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀ rí bí i òpó mabu tí a gbé ka ihò ìtẹ̀bọ̀ wúrà dáradára. Ìrísí rẹ̀ rí bí igi kedari Lebanoni, tí dídára rẹ̀ kò ní ẹgbẹ́.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Ẹnu rẹ̀ jẹ́ adùn fún ara rẹ̀ ó wu ni pátápátá. Háà! Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu. Èyí ni olùfẹ́ mi, èyí sì ni ọ̀rẹ́ mi.
