Song of Solomon 3
1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
Pandan plizyè nwit, m' kouche sou kabann mwen, m' chache moun mwen renmen anpil la. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
2 — Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.
Apre sa, mwen leve, mwen pran mache nan tout lavil la, m' chache moun mwen renmen an nan tout lari, sou tout laplas yo. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
3 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
Gad k'ap mache fè patwouy nan lavil la kontre avè m'. Mwen mande yo: Souple! Nou pa wè nèg mwen renmen an pou mwen?
4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Kite mwen kite gad yo, mwen jwenn moun mwen renmen an. Mwen kenbe men l'. Mwen pa lage l' jouk mwen mennen l' kay manman m', nan chanm moun ki te pote m' nan vant li an.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo. Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san li pa vle.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Kisa k'ap vini sot nan dezè a? L'ap vini nan mitan de poto lafimen. Lè a gen sant lansan, li gen sant mant, li gen sant tout kalite poud santi bon machann vann.
7 Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Gade! Se yon kabann divan y'ap pote pou Salomon. Gen swasant sòlda k'ap eskòte l', swasant nan pi vanyan sòlda peyi Izrayèl la.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Yo tout gen anpil ladrès pou sèvi ak nepe. Se vyewo yo ye nan lagè. Yo chak gen nepe yo mare nan ren yo. Yo tou pare pou si yo ta atake yo lannwit.
9 A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Wa Salomon fè fè yon bèl divan sou branka pou li ak pi bon bwa peyi Liban,
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Poto kwen yo fèt an ajan. Tèt divan an kouvri an lò. Matla a kouvri ak bèl twal wouj, tout anndan an bwode. Se medam lavil Jerizalèm yo ki fè l' pou li ak tout kè yo.
11 Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Soti non, medam mòn Siyon yo! Vin wè wa Salomon ak kouwòn manman l' te mete sou tèt li jou maryaj li, jou kè l' te kontan anpil la.
