Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ lọ, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ láàrín àwọn obìnrin? Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ yà sí, kí a lè bá ọ wá a?
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Olùfẹ́ mi ti sọ̀kalẹ̀ lọ sínú ọgbà rẹ̀, sí ibi ibùsùn tùràrí, láti máa jẹ nínú ọgbà láti kó ìtànná lílì jọ.
3 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Èmi ni ti olùfẹ́ mi, olùfẹ́ mi sì ni tèmi, Ó ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná lílì.
4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Ìwọ lẹ́wà olùfẹ́ mi, bí i Tirsa, ìwọ lẹ́wà bí i Jerusalẹmu, ìwọ ògo bí ogun pẹ̀lú ọ̀págun.
5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Yí ojú rẹ kúrò lára mi; nítorí ojú rẹ borí mi. Irun rẹ rí bí i ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́ tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá láti Gileadi.
6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Eyín rẹ rí bí ọ̀wọ́ àgùntàn, tí ó gòkè láti ibi ìwẹ̀ rẹ̀ wá, gbogbo wọn bí ìbejì, kò sì ṣí ọ̀kankan tí ó yàgàn nínú wọn.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ lẹ́bàá ìbòjú rẹ, rí bí ẹ̀là èso pomegiranate.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Ọgọ́ta ayaba ní ń bẹ níbẹ̀, àti ọgọ́rin àlè, àti àwọn wúńdíá láìníye.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
Àdàbà mi, aláìlábàwọ́n mi, ọ̀kan ni, ọ̀kan ṣoṣo ọmọbìnrin ìyá rẹ̀, ààyò ẹyọ kan ṣoṣo ẹni tí ó bí i. Àwọn obìnrin rí i wọ́n pè é ní alábùkún fún àwọn ayaba àti àwọn àlè gbé oríyìn fún un.
10 'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
Ta ni èyí tí ó tàn jáde bí i ìràwọ̀ òwúrọ̀, tí ó dára bí òṣùpá, tí ó mọ́lẹ̀ bí oòrùn, tí ó ní ẹ̀rù bí i jagunjagun pẹ̀lú ọ̀págun?
11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
Èmi sọ̀kalẹ̀ lọ sí ibi ọgbà èso igi láti wo àwọn ẹ̀ka igi tuntun ní àfonífojì, láti rí i bí àjàrà rúwé, tàbí bí pomegiranate ti rudi.
12 I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
Kí èmi tó mọ̀, àárẹ̀ ọkàn mú mi, mo sì fẹ́ kí ń wà láàrín àwọn ènìyàn mi.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
Padà wá, padà wá, ìwọ ọmọ Ṣulamati; padà wá, padà wá, kí àwa kí ó lè yọ́ ọ wò. Olùfẹ́ Èéṣe tí ẹ̀yin fẹ́ yọ́ Ṣulamati wò, bí ẹni pé orin ijó Mahanaimu?
