Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ nea me koma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhu no.
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 didn’t find him.
Mɛsɔre afei na makokyinkyin kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔnten so ne gua so; na mahwehwɛ nea me koma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhu no.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aprɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahu nea me koma da no so no ana?”
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 room of her who conceived me.
Mereyɛ atwa wɔn ho pɛ na mihuu nea me koma da no so no. Misoo ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kosii sɛ mede no baa me na fi, de no kɔɔ nea onyinsɛnee me no dan mu.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
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?
Hena na ofi sare so reba te sɛ wusiw kumɔnn a efi kurobow, aduhuam ne aguadifo pɛprɛ ahorow mu, atutu ne ho yi?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofo aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; ade a ɛwɔ anuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,
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.
Wɔn nyinaa bobɔ afoa, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodi ho nyansa. Wɔn afoa bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama nea ebesi anadwo a ɛyɛ hu biara.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛe.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Ɔde dwetɛ na ɛyɛɛ nʼadum, ɔde sikakɔkɔɔ na ɛyɛɛ ne nnyinaso. Wɔde biridum ntama na eduraa mu nkongua ho; mu asiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmabea na wɔyɛe.
11 Go out, 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.
Mumfi adi, mo Sion mmabea, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛw nea ne na de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforohyia da no, da a odii ahurusi wɔ ne koma mu no.
