Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, èdze tugbe loo! O, èdze tugbe ŋutɔ! Wò ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ ƒe ŋkuwo ene le wò moxevɔ la me. Wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo le ɖiɖim tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
Wò aɖuwo fu tititi abe alẽha siwo woko fu na teti, eye wole tsi na wo la ene. Ɖe sia ɖe le zɔzɔm eveve, eye ɖeke metsi akogo o.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Wò nuyiwo le abe ɖablanu dzĩ ene, eye wò nu nya kpɔna ŋutɔ. Wò tonuƒuiwo le dzedzem le wò moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si me woma ɖe eve la ene.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
Wò kɔ le abe David ƒe xɔ tsrala si le dzedze tɔxɛ me, eye wotsɔ kalẽtɔ akpe nanewo ƒe akpoxɔnu ku ɖe eŋuti la ene.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve ene alo abe sãde ƒe evenɔvi siwo le gbe ɖum le dzogbenyawo me ene.
6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Mayi lifitowo kple dzudzɔdonu ʋeʋĩ togbɛwo dzi va se ɖe esime ŋu nake, eye viviti nasi adzo.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nu sia nu de le ŋuwò, eye kpɔtsɔtsɔ aɖeke mele ŋuwò o.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, va mídzo le Lebanon, kplɔm ɖo ne míado go le Lebanon. Ɖiɖi tso Amana tame, tso Senir kple Hermon tame, tso dzatawo ƒe do me kple lãkletowo dzi.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Wò nu lé dzi nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu kple nye ŋugbetɔ; wò nu lé dzi nam esi nètsɔ wò ŋkuwo kpɔm zi ɖeka pɛ ko, eye nye ŋkuwo lɔ kɔga si nède la.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ, wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina loo! Wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina wu wain, eye ami ʋeʋĩ si nèsi la ƒe ʋeʋẽ ƒo atike ʋeʋĩwo katã ta!
11 Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, wò nuyiwo le vivim abe anyitsito ene, eye notsi kple anyitsi le wò aɖe te. Awu siwo nèdo la le ʋeʋẽm lĩlĩlĩ abe Lebanon ƒe ʋeʋẽ ene.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, nɔvinye nyɔnu, èle abe abɔ si ƒe ʋɔ wotu la ene. Eye nèle abe vudo si nu wotu nu ɖo kple tsitsetse si nu wotre la ene.
13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
Wò nuku siwo nèƒã ɖe agble me la woe nye: atɔtɔ, sikɔni, adrike,
14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
gbe ʋeʋĩwo, agumetaku, sabala, sinamon kple atike ʋeʋĩ vovovowo kpe ɖe lifi, aloe kple nu ʋeʋĩ nyuitɔwo ŋu.
15 [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
Èle abe tsi dzidzi si le abɔ me, kple vudo si yɔ gbã go hele sisim tso Lebanon ene.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.
Nyɔ, anyieheya, ne nàva; dzieheya, wò hã va! Ƒo to nye abɔ me, be eƒe ʋeʋẽ nakaka ɖe yame. Na be nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nava eƒe abɔ me, eye wòaɖɔ eƒe kutsetse nyuitɔwo kpɔ.
