Nnwom Mu Dwom 6
1 Ɛhe na wo dɔfo no kɔ mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfo man fae, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
2 Me dɔfo kɔ ne turo mu, faako a woduadua nnua ahorow, okokyinkyin turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Me dɔfo yɛ me de, na me nso meyɛ ne de; okyinkyin sukooko no mu.
I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wusi pi te sɛ asraafo a wɔretu frankaa.
Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
5 Nhwɛ me saa; wobunkam me so. Wo ti nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian afi Gilead.
Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
6 Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
7 Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
8 Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenanom bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaa dodow a wontumi nkan wɔn;
There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
9 nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm yɛ sononko; ɔno nko ara ne ne na babea, ɔno na nea ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaa huu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemmea ne mpenanom kamfoo no.
But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
10 Hena na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmfrɔm sɛ ɔsram, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
11 Misian kɔɔ nnuaba pɔw mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifide foforo a ɛwɔ obon no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm.
I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
12 Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abesi me nkurɔfo adehye nteaseɛnam so.
I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
13 San wʼakyi, san wʼakyi, Sulamit babea; San bra, san bra ma yɛnhwɛ wo! Aberante: Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abeawa sɛnea mohwɛ Mahanaim asaw no?
Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
