< Song of Solomon 4 >
1 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, èdze tugbe loo! O, èdze tugbe ŋutɔ! Wò ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ ƒe ŋkuwo ene le wò moxevɔ la me. Wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo le ɖiɖim tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
2 Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
Wò aɖuwo fu tititi abe alẽha siwo woko fu na teti, eye wole tsi na wo la ene. Ɖe sia ɖe le zɔzɔm eveve, eye ɖeke metsi akogo o.
3 Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
Wò nuyiwo le abe ɖablanu dzĩ ene, eye wò nu nya kpɔna ŋutɔ. Wò tonuƒuiwo le dzedzem le wò moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si me woma ɖe eve la ene.
4 Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
Wò kɔ le abe David ƒe xɔ tsrala si le dzedze tɔxɛ me, eye wotsɔ kalẽtɔ akpe nanewo ƒe akpoxɔnu ku ɖe eŋuti la ene.
5 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve ene alo abe sãde ƒe evenɔvi siwo le gbe ɖum le dzogbenyawo me ene.
6 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
Mayi lifitowo kple dzudzɔdonu ʋeʋĩ togbɛwo dzi va se ɖe esime ŋu nake, eye viviti nasi adzo.
7 Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nu sia nu de le ŋuwò, eye kpɔtsɔtsɔ aɖeke mele ŋuwò o.
8 With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, va mídzo le Lebanon, kplɔm ɖo ne míado go le Lebanon. Ɖiɖi tso Amana tame, tso Senir kple Hermon tame, tso dzatawo ƒe do me kple lãkletowo dzi.
9 Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
Wò nu lé dzi nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu kple nye ŋugbetɔ; wò nu lé dzi nam esi nètsɔ wò ŋkuwo kpɔm zi ɖeka pɛ ko, eye nye ŋkuwo lɔ kɔga si nède la.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
Nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ, wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina loo! Wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina wu wain, eye ami ʋeʋĩ si nèsi la ƒe ʋeʋẽ ƒo atike ʋeʋĩwo katã ta!
11 With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, wò nuyiwo le vivim abe anyitsito ene, eye notsi kple anyitsi le wò aɖe te. Awu siwo nèdo la le ʋeʋẽm lĩlĩlĩ abe Lebanon ƒe ʋeʋẽ ene.
12 A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
Nye ŋugbetɔ, nɔvinye nyɔnu, èle abe abɔ si ƒe ʋɔ wotu la ene. Eye nèle abe vudo si nu wotu nu ɖo kple tsitsetse si nu wotre la ene.
13 Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
Wò nuku siwo nèƒã ɖe agble me la woe nye: atɔtɔ, sikɔni, adrike,
14 Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
gbe ʋeʋĩwo, agumetaku, sabala, sinamon kple atike ʋeʋĩ vovovowo kpe ɖe lifi, aloe kple nu ʋeʋĩ nyuitɔwo ŋu.
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
Èle abe tsi dzidzi si le abɔ me, kple vudo si yɔ gbã go hele sisim tso Lebanon ene.
16 [SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Nyɔ, anyieheya, ne nàva; dzieheya, wò hã va! Ƒo to nye abɔ me, be eƒe ʋeʋẽ nakaka ɖe yame. Na be nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nava eƒe abɔ me, eye wòaɖɔ eƒe kutsetse nyuitɔwo kpɔ.