Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Wò, dumegã ƒe vinyɔnu, atokota dze afɔ na wò loo! Wò zɔzɔme le tɔxɛ abe dzonu vavã si aɖaŋuwɔla wɔ la ene.
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Wò agbɔgbɔnu sɔ tebee abe wainkplu si me wain si wotɔtɔ la mevɔna le o la ene. Wò alime keke abe bli si woli kɔe, eye dzogbenya ɖe to ɖee la ene.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve siwo nye zi ƒe evenɔviwo la ene.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Wò kɔ le tsralɛ abe nyiɖuxɔ tsrala ene. Wò ŋkuwo le abe Hesbon ƒe tsita si le Bat Rabingbo nu la ene. Wò ŋɔti le abe Lebanon ƒe xɔ tsrala si dze ŋgɔ Damasko la ene.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Wò ta le tegblẽe abe Karmel to ene, eye wò taɖa le abe fia ƒe avɔ si wotsɔ ka vovovowo lɔ̃e la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme ɖe aboyo fia la.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.
Èdze tugbe ŋutɔ, eye wò nu hã nyoa ame ŋu. O lɔlɔ̃, wò nuwɔna ɖe sia ɖe doa dzidzɔ na nye dzi!
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
Wò kɔkɔme le abe deti ene, eye wò nowo le toɖoe abe atikutsetse siwo le kpo ŋuti la ene.
8 I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,
Megblɔ be, “Made deti la dzi, eye malé eƒe tsetsea ɖe asi.” Wò nowo nenɔ abe wainkpo siwo le wainka ŋu la ene, wò gbɔgbɔ naʋẽ lĩlĩlĩ abe aplu ene,
9 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.
eye wò nu me nenye wain nyuitɔ. Wain la neto nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒe nu me kple eƒe aɖutame wɔlii.
10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
Menye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ tɔ, eye eya hã ƒe dzi le yonyeme.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, va; na míayi gbe me, eye míatsi kɔƒe me adɔ.
12 Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Na míafɔ kaba ayi waingblewo me, akpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse, woƒe seƒoƒowo ke, eye gbotiwo hã le tsetsem mahã; le afi ma matsɔ nye lɔlɔ̃ na wò.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Adrikewo le ya ɖem nyuie, eye atikutsetse vivi vovovowo le míaƒe ʋɔtru nu, eye medzra yeyeawo kple xoxoawo siaa ɖo na wò, nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ.
