Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wonum me maame nufu ano, ɛna mehunuu wo wɔ abɔntene so a, anka mɛfe wʼano, a obiara ntumi mmu me animtiaa.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Anka mɛdi wʼanim na mede wo aba me maame efie, ɔno a woakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ateaa mu nsuo dɔkɔ dɔkɔ no bi.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatikɔ na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba a ɔtwere ne dɔfoɔ kokom yi? Ababaawa: Mekanyanee wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo maame nyinsɛnee woɔ, ɛhɔ na deɛ ɔkoo awoɔ no woo woɔ.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
Fa me to wʼakoma so sɛ nsɔanodeɛ, sɛ nsɔanodeɛ wɔ wʼabasa so, ɛfiri sɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owuo, ne ninkunutweɛ tim hɔ sɛ damena. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyadɛreɛ, sɛ ogyaframa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
Nsuo dodoɔ rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔntene rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fie ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no adeɛ a ɛsom bo.
8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Yɛwɔ nuabaa akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔeɛ. Ɛdeɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabaa yi wɔ da a wɔbɛbisa no ase?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasuo a, yɛbɛsi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɛpono a, yɛde ntweneduro bɛsi ne ɛpono no kwan.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Meyɛ ɔfasuo, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde deɛ ɛsɔ ani reba.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafoɔ. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbena apem.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me dea. Me deɛ, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne deɛ gye nnwetɛbena apem, na ɔtua nʼapaafoɔ nnwetɛbena ahaanu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfoɔ, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforoteɛ ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔ a nnuhwam ahyɛ so ma so.
