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
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Ìdodo rẹ rí bí àwo tí kì í ṣe aláìní ọtí, ìbàdí rẹ bí òkìtì alikama tí a fi lílì yíká.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Ọmú rẹ rí bí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì àgbọ̀nrín.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
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.
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards 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.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 Báwo ni ẹwà rẹ ti pọ̀ tó báwo ni o sì ti dára tó ìwọ olùfẹ́ mi nínú ìfẹ́?
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Ìdúró rẹ rí bí igi ọ̀pẹ, àti ọmú rẹ bí ìdì èso àjàrà.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like 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, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
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, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Ti olùfẹ́ mi ni èmi í ṣe, èmi sì ni ẹni tí ó wù ú.
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Wá, olùfẹ́ mi, jẹ́ kí a lọ sí ibi pápá, jẹ́ kí a lo àṣálẹ́ ní àwọn ìletò.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
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.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
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 love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
