Song of Solomon 6
1 Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ lọ, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ láàrín àwọn obìnrin? Níbo ni olùfẹ́ rẹ yà sí, kí a lè bá ọ wá a?
Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
2 Olùfẹ́ mi ti sọ̀kalẹ̀ lọ sínú ọgbà rẹ̀, sí ibi ibùsùn tùràrí, láti máa jẹ nínú ọgbà láti kó ìtànná lílì jọ.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Èmi ni ti olùfẹ́ mi, olùfẹ́ mi sì ni tèmi, Ó ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná lílì.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
4 Ìwọ lẹ́wà olùfẹ́ mi, bí i Tirsa, ìwọ lẹ́wà bí i Jerusalẹmu, ìwọ ògo bí ogun pẹ̀lú ọ̀págun.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Yí ojú rẹ kúrò lára mi; nítorí ojú rẹ borí mi. Irun rẹ rí bí i ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́ tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá láti Gileadi.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 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.
Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ lẹ́bàá ìbòjú rẹ, rí bí ẹ̀là èso pomegiranate.
As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
8 Ọgọ́ta ayaba ní ń bẹ níbẹ̀, àti ọgọ́rin àlè, àti àwọn wúńdíá láìníye.
There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 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.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 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?
Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 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.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
12 Kí èmi tó mọ̀, àárẹ̀ ọkàn mú mi, mo sì fẹ́ kí ń wà láàrín àwọn ènìyàn mi.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 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?
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
