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!
Ní orí ibùsùn mi ní òru mo wá ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́; mo wá a, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.
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.
Èmi yóò dìde nísinsin yìí, èmi yóò sì rìn lọ káàkiri ìlú, ní àwọn òpópónà àti ní àwọn gbangba òde; èmi yóò wá ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni mo wá a ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.
3 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
Àwọn ọdẹ tí ń ṣọ́ ìlú rí mi bí wọ́n ṣe ń rìn yíká ìlú. “Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ti rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́?”
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.
Gẹ́rẹ́ tí mo fi wọ́n sílẹ̀ ni mo rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Mo dìímú, èmi kò sì jẹ́ kí ó lọ títí tí mo fi mú u wá sílé ìyá mi, sínú yàrá ẹni tí ó lóyún mi.
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!
Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu, mo fi àwọn abo egbin àti abo àgbọ̀nrín igbó fi yín bú kí ẹ má ṣe rú olùfẹ́ mi sókè kí ẹ má sì ṣe jí i títí yóò fi wù ú.
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?
Ta ni ẹni tí ń ti ijù jáde wá bí ọ̀wọ̀n èéfín tí a ti fi òjìá àti tùràrí kùn lára pẹ̀lú gbogbo ìpara olóòórùn oníṣòwò?
7 Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Wò ó! Àkéte rẹ̀ tí í ṣe ti Solomoni, àwọn akọni ọgọ́ta ni ó wà yí i ká, àwọn akọni Israẹli,
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
gbogbo wọn ni ó mú idà lọ́wọ́, gbogbo wọn ní ìmọ̀ nínú ogun, idà oníkálùkù wà ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ̀, wọ́n múra sílẹ̀ fún ìdágìrì òru
9 A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Solomoni ọba ṣe àkéte fún ara rẹ̀; o fi igi Lebanoni ṣe é.
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.
Ó fi fàdákà ṣe òpó rẹ̀, o fi wúrà ṣe ibi ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀. Ó fi elése àlùkò ṣe ibùjókòó rẹ̀, inú rẹ̀ ni ó ko àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ ìfẹ́ wọ̀nyí sí. “Pẹ̀lú ìfẹ́ láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu.”
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!
Ẹ jáde wá, ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Sioni, kí ẹ sì wo ọba Solomoni tí ó dé adé, adé tí ìyá rẹ̀ fi dé e ní ọjọ́ ìgbéyàwó rẹ̀, ní ọjọ́ ayọ̀ ọkàn rẹ̀.
