Song of Solomon 4
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from 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 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
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 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your 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 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
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 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve ene alo abe sãde ƒe evenɔvi siwo le gbe ɖum le dzogbenyawo me ene.
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Mayi lifitowo kple dzudzɔdonu ʋeʋĩ togbɛwo dzi va se ɖe esime ŋu nake, eye viviti nasi adzo.
7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nu sia nu de le ŋuwò, eye kpɔtsɔtsɔ aɖeke mele ŋuwò o.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens 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 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
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 is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
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 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your 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 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is 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 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
Wò nuku siwo nèƒã ɖe agble me la woe nye: atɔtɔ, sikɔni, adrike,
14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
gbe ʋeʋĩwo, agumetaku, sabala, sinamon kple atike ʋeʋĩ vovovowo kpe ɖe lifi, aloe kple nu ʋeʋĩ nyuitɔwo ŋu.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Èle abe tsi dzidzi si le abɔ me, kple vudo si yɔ gbã go hele sisim tso Lebanon ene.
16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
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.
