Song of Songs 3
1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he listened not to me.
Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhunu no.
2 I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the marketplaces, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
Mɛsɔre afei na makɔ kyinkyini kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔntene so ne nʼadwabirem; na mahwehwɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no.
3 The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aprɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahunu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no anaa?”
4 [It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Mereyɛ atwa wɔn ho pɛ na mehunuu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no. Mesɔɔ ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kɔsii sɛ mede no baa me maame fie, de no kɔɔ deɛ ɔnyinsɛnee me dan mu.
5 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you rouse not nor awake [my] love, until he please.
Yerusalem mmammaa mehyɛ mo sɛ, Momfa wiram atwewa ne ɔforoteɛ nsuae sɛ morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.
6 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?
Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba te sɛ wisie kumɔnn a ɛfiri kurobo, aduhwam ne adwadifoɔ pɛprɛ ahodoɔ mu, atutu ne ho yi?
7 Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofoɔ aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; adeɛ a ɛwɔ animuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,
8 They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.
Wɔn nyinaa bobɔ akofena, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodie ho nyansa. Wɔn akofena bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama deɛ ɛbɛsi anadwo a ɛyɛ hu biara.
9 King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛeɛ.
10 He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Ɔde dwetɛ na ɛyɛɛ nʼadum, ɔde sikakɔkɔɔ na ɛyɛɛ ne nnyinasoɔ. Wɔde beredum ntoma na ɛduraa emu nkonnwa ho. Emu nsiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmammaa na wɔyɛeɛ.
11 Go forth, you daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Momfiri adi, mo Sion mmammaa, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛ deɛ ne maame de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforɔhyia da no, da a ɔdii ahurisie nʼakoma mu no.
