Song of Solomon 7
1 Báwo ni ẹsẹ̀ rẹ ti ní ẹwà tó nínú bàtà. Ìwọ ọmọbìnrin ọba! Oríkèé itan rẹ rí bí ohun ọ̀ṣọ́ iṣẹ́ ọlọ́gbọ́n oníṣọ̀nà
As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
2 Ìdodo rẹ rí bí àwo tí kì í ṣe aláìní ọtí, ìbàdí rẹ bí òkìtì alikama tí a fi lílì yíká.
Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Ọmú rẹ rí bí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì àgbọ̀nrín.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Ọrùn rẹ rí bí ilé ìṣọ́ eyín erin. Ojú rẹ rí bí adágún ní Heṣboni ní ẹ̀bá ẹnu ibodè Bati-Rabbimu. Imú rẹ rí bí ilé ìṣọ́ Lebanoni tí ó kọ ojú sí Damasku.
Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 Bí òkè Karmeli ṣe ṣe adé yí àwọn òkè ká, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni irun orí rẹ ṣe adé yí orí rẹ ká a fi àìdi irun rẹ mú ọba ní ìgbèkùn.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Báwo ni ẹwà rẹ ti pọ̀ tó báwo ni o sì ti dára tó ìwọ olùfẹ́ mi nínú ìfẹ́?
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 Ìdúró rẹ rí bí igi ọ̀pẹ, àti ọmú rẹ bí ìdì èso àjàrà.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 Mo ní, “Èmi yóò gun igi ọ̀pẹ lọ, èmi yóò di ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ mú.” Kí ọmú rẹ rí bí ìdì èso àjàrà, àti èémí imú rẹ bí i ápù.
I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
9 Àti ìfẹnukonu rẹ rí bí ọtí wáìnì tí ó dára jùlọ. Olólùfẹ́ Tí ó kúnná tí ó sì dùn, tí ń mú kí ètè àwọn tí ó sùn kí ó sọ̀rọ̀.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Ti olùfẹ́ mi ni èmi í ṣe, èmi sì ni ẹni tí ó wù ú.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Wá, olùfẹ́ mi, jẹ́ kí a lọ sí ibi pápá, jẹ́ kí a lo àṣálẹ́ ní àwọn ìletò.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Jẹ́ kí a lọ sínú ọgbà àjàrà ní kùtùkùtù láti wo bí àjàrà rúwé bí ìtànná àjàrà bá là. Àti bí pomegiranate bá ti rudi, níbẹ̀ ni èmi yóò ti fi ìfẹ́ mi fún ọ.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
13 Àwọn èso mándrákì mú òórùn wọn jáde ní ẹnu-ọ̀nà wa ni onírúurú àṣàyàn èso, èso tuntun àti ọjọ́ pípẹ́ tí mo ti kó pamọ́ fún ọ, olùfẹ́ mi.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
