< Song of Solomon 5 >
1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
Meva nye abɔ me, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ; megbe nye lifi kple nu ʋeʋĩwo. Meɖu nye anyito, heno nye anyitsi; meno nye wain kple nye notsi. Miɖu nu, eye miano nu, O xɔlɔ̃wo, miɖu nu miaɖi ƒo, O lɔlɔ̃tɔwo.
2 I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! 'Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.'
Medɔ alɔ̃, gake nye dzi ya le ŋu. Miɖo to! Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ʋɔ ƒom! “Ʋu ʋɔ nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nye ahɔnɛ kple nye kpɔkpɔmatikɔe. Ahũ ƒo nye ta bekee, eye nye ɖa me yɔ fũu kple zãmu.
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Meɖe nye awuwo ɖi; ɖe magatsɔ wo adoa? Meklɔ nye afɔwo; ɖe magaƒo ɖi woa?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ do asi ɖe fesre nu, nye dzi tso tititi ɖe eŋu.
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Metso be maʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, eye ami ʋeʋĩ le tsyɔtsyɔm le nye asi kple asibidɛwo ŋu, heɖuɖu ɖe gameti la ƒe asiléƒe ŋu.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew — he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
Meʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, gake nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ dzo; megale ʋɔa godo o. Esi wòdzo la, nye dzi ge ɖe dɔ me nam. Metsa dii, gake nyemekpɔe o. Meyɔe, gake metɔ o.
7 The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
Zãɖiala siwo le tsatsam le dua me la do gom. Woƒom, de abi ŋunye; dzɔla siwo le gliwo ŋu dzɔm la hã xɔ awu kpekpe si medo ɖe awu dzi la le asinye!
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, meta mi; ne miekpɔ nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ la, nya kae miagblɔ nɛ? Migblɔ nɛ be lɔlɔ̃ de dɔ lãme nam.
9 What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
Wò, tugbefia, aleke wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ nyo wu lɔlɔ̃tɔ bubuawoe? Nu ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ tsɔ ƒo bubuawo tae hafi nèta nu na mí alea?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le keklẽm, eye wòbiã, ale wòƒo ame akpe ewo ta.
11 His head [is] pure gold — fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Eƒe ta nye sika nyuitɔ, eƒe taɖa le mlɔmlɔmlɔ, eye wònyɔ abe akpaviã ƒe fu ene.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
Eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ siwo le tɔʋuwo to la tɔwo ene, woklɔ wo kple notsi, eye wosɔ ɖe ŋkutome nɛ abe dzonu ene.
13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
Eƒe alɔgowo le abe kutsetse ʋeʋĩ si ɖo ɖe ɖoɖo nu, eye wòle ya ɖem nyuie la ene. Eƒe nuyiwo le abe dzogbenya si le ami ʋeʋĩ tsyɔm la ene.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Eƒe abɔwo le abe sikati si ŋuti woɖo sohamkpe ɖo la ene. Eƒe ŋutigbalẽ le abe nyiɖu si ŋuti wotutu wòzrɔ̃ nyuie, eye wotsɔ safir ɖo atsyɔ̃ ɖe eŋu la ene.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Eƒe afɔwo le abe kpe xɔasi sɔti si wotsɔ sika nyuitɔ ɖo gɔmeɖokpe na la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme le abe Lebanon ene, eye wòxɔ asi abe eƒe sedatiwo ene.
16 His mouth is sweetness — and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Vivi le eƒe nu me gɔ̃ hã, eye eya amea dzeani ŋutɔ. O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, esiae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, esiae nye xɔ̃nye.”