Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
Ní orí ibùsùn mi ní òru mo wá ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́; mo wá a, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.
2 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
Èmi yóò dìde nísinsin yìí, èmi yóò sì rìn lọ káàkiri ìlú, ní àwọn òpópónà àti ní àwọn gbangba òde; èmi yóò wá ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni mo wá a ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Àwọn ọdẹ tí ń ṣọ́ ìlú rí mi bí wọ́n ṣe ń rìn yíká ìlú. “Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ti rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́?”
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who conceived me.
Gẹ́rẹ́ tí mo fi wọ́n sílẹ̀ ni mo rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Mo dìímú, èmi kò sì jẹ́ kí ó lọ títí tí mo fi mú u wá sílé ìyá mi, sínú yàrá ẹni tí ó lóyún mi.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu, mo fi àwọn abo egbin àti abo àgbọ̀nrín igbó fi yín bú kí ẹ má ṣe rú olùfẹ́ mi sókè kí ẹ má sì ṣe jí i títí yóò fi wù ú.
6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
Ta ni ẹni tí ń ti ijù jáde wá bí ọ̀wọ̀n èéfín tí a ti fi òjìá àti tùràrí kùn lára pẹ̀lú gbogbo ìpara olóòórùn oníṣòwò?
7 Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Wò ó! Àkéte rẹ̀ tí í ṣe ti Solomoni, àwọn akọni ọgọ́ta ni ó wà yí i ká, àwọn akọni Israẹli,
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
gbogbo wọn ni ó mú idà lọ́wọ́, gbogbo wọn ní ìmọ̀ nínú ogun, idà oníkálùkù wà ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ̀, wọ́n múra sílẹ̀ fún ìdágìrì òru
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Solomoni ọba ṣe àkéte fún ara rẹ̀; o fi igi Lebanoni ṣe é.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Ó fi fàdákà ṣe òpó rẹ̀, o fi wúrà ṣe ibi ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀. Ó fi elése àlùkò ṣe ibùjókòó rẹ̀, inú rẹ̀ ni ó ko àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ ìfẹ́ wọ̀nyí sí. “Pẹ̀lú ìfẹ́ láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu.”
11 Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Ẹ jáde wá, ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Sioni, kí ẹ sì wo ọba Solomoni tí ó dé adé, adé tí ìyá rẹ̀ fi dé e ní ọjọ́ ìgbéyàwó rẹ̀, ní ọjọ́ ayọ̀ ọkàn rẹ̀.
