Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that some one would make thee as my brother that hath sucked my mother's breasts! should I then find thee without, I would kiss thee; and yet, people would not despise me.
Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wunum me na nufu ano, na mihuu wo wɔ abɔnten so a, anka mefew wʼano, a obiara rentumi mmu me animtiaa.
2 I would lead thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, thou shouldst teach me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the sweet juice of my pomegranate.
Anka medi wʼanim na mede wo aba me na fi, ɔno a wakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ntunkum mu nsu dɔkɔdɔkɔ no bi.
3 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might embrace me.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please [to come of itself]?—
Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyan na morenhwanyan ɔdɔ mu kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?—Under the apple-tree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.
Hena na ofi sare so reba a otweri ne dɔfo koko mu yi? Ababaa: Mekanyan wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo na nyinsɛnee wo, ɛhɔ na nea ɔkoo awo no woo wo.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God. (Sheol h7585)
Fa me to wo koma so sɛ nsɔwanode, sɛ nsɔwanode wɔ wʼabasa so, efisɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owu, ne ninkutwe tim hɔ sɛ ɔda. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyatannaa, sɛ ogyatannaa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.—
Nsu dodow rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔnten rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fi ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no ade a ɛsom bo.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on the day when she shall be spoken for?
Yɛwɔ nuabea akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔɔ ɛ. Dɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabea yi wɔ da a wobebisa no ase?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.—
Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasu a, yebesi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔpon a, yɛde sida besiw ne pon ano kwan.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
Meyɛ ɔfasu, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde nea ɛsɔ ani reba.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-hamon; he had given up the vineyard unto the keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafo. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbona apem.
12 My vineyard, which was mine, was before me: thine, O Solomon, be the thousand, and let two hundred be for those that keep its fruit.—
Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me de. Me de, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne de gye nnwetɛbona apem, na otua nʼapaafo nnwetɛbona ahannu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
13 “Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions listen for thy voice: oh let me hear it.”
Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
14 Flee away, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck, or the fawn of the hinds, upon the mountain of spices.
Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfo, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforote ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔw a nnuhuam ahyɛ so ma so.
