Nnwom Mu Dwom 8
1 Sɛ anka woyɛɛ me nuabarima a wonum me maame nufu ano, ɛna mehunuu wo wɔ abɔntene so a, anka mɛfe wʼano, a obiara ntumi mmu me animtiaa.
Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?
2 Anka mɛdi wʼanim na mede wo aba me maame efie, ɔno a woakyerɛkyerɛ me. Anka mɛma wo bobesa a wɔde pɛprɛ afra mu, me ateaa mu nsuo dɔkɔ dɔkɔ no bi.
I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.
3 Ne nsa benkum da mʼatikɔ na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo sɛ, morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
5 Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba a ɔtwere ne dɔfoɔ kokom yi? Ababaawa: Mekanyanee wo wɔ aprɛ dua no ase; ɛhɔ na wo maame nyinsɛnee woɔ, ɛhɔ na deɛ ɔkoo awoɔ no woo woɔ.
Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
6 Fa me to wʼakoma so sɛ nsɔanodeɛ, sɛ nsɔanodeɛ wɔ wʼabasa so, ɛfiri sɛ ɔdɔ ano yɛ den sɛ owuo, ne ninkunutweɛ tim hɔ sɛ damena. Ɛhyehye sɛ ogyadɛreɛ, sɛ ogyaframa a ano yɛ den pa ara. (Sheol h7585)
Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Nsuo dodoɔ rentumi nnum ɔdɔ; nsubɔntene rentumi nhohoro nkɔ. Sɛ obi de ne fie ahonya nyinaa bɛsesa ɔdɔ a anka wɔremmu no adeɛ a ɛsom bo.
Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.
8 Yɛwɔ nuabaa akumaa bi a, ne nufu mmobɔeɛ. Ɛdeɛn na yɛbɛyɛ ama yɛn nuabaa yi wɔ da a wɔbɛbisa no ase?
Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
9 Sɛ ɔyɛ ɔfasuo a, yɛbɛsi dwetɛ abantenten abɔ ne ho ban. Sɛ ɔyɛ ɛpono a, yɛde ntweneduro bɛsi ne ɛpono no kwan.
If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
10 Meyɛ ɔfasuo, na me nufu te sɛ abantenten. Enti nʼani so no mayɛ sɛ obi a ɔde deɛ ɛsɔ ani reba.
I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
11 Na Salomo wɔ bobeturo wɔ Baal-Hamon; ɔde ne bobeturo no maa apaafoɔ. Na ɛsɛ sɛ wɔn mu biara tua no nnwetɛbena apem.
The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Nanso me bobeturo yi yɛ me dea. Me deɛ, meremfa mma; Salomo de ne deɛ gye nnwetɛbena apem, na ɔtua nʼapaafoɔ nnwetɛbena ahaanu ma wɔhwɛ ne nnuaba no so.
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
13 Wo a wote turo no mu ne nnamfonom a wɔka wo ho, ma mente wo nne.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
14 Bra ma yɛnkɔ, me dɔfoɔ, na yɛ wo ho sɛ ɔdabɔ ba anaasɛ ɔforoteɛ ba a ɔwɔ mmepɔ a nnuhwam ahyɛ so ma so.
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
