Song of Solomon 8
1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wunum me na nufu ano, na mihuu wo wɔ abɔnten so a, anka mefew wʼano, a obiara rentumi mmu me animtiaa.
2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Anka medi wʼanim na mede wo aba me na fi, ɔno a wakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ntunkum mu nsu dɔkɔdɔkɔ no bi.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyan na morenhwanyan ɔdɔ mu kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
Hena na ofi sare so reba a otweri ne dɔfo koko mu yi? Ababaa: Mekanyan wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo na nyinsɛnee wo, ɛhɔ na nea ɔkoo awo no woo wo.
6 Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
Fa me to wo koma so sɛ nsɔwanode, sɛ nsɔwanode wɔ wʼabasa so, efisɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owu, ne ninkutwe tim hɔ sɛ ɔda. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyatannaa, sɛ ogyatannaa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
Nsu dodow rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔnten rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fi ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no ade a ɛsom bo.
8 We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Yɛwɔ nuabea akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔɔ ɛ. Dɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabea yi wɔ da a wobebisa no ase?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasu a, yebesi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔpon a, yɛde sida besiw ne pon ano kwan.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Meyɛ ɔfasu, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde nea ɛsɔ ani reba.
11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafo. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbona apem.
12 My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me de. Me de, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne de gye nnwetɛbona apem, na otua nʼapaafo nnwetɛbona ahannu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfo, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforote ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔw a nnuhuam ahyɛ so ma so.
