Song of Solomon 3

1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

Anadwo mu nyinaa, wɔ me mpa so mehwehwɛɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so; mehwehwɛɛ no, nanso manhunu no.

2 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

Mɛsɔre afei na makɔ kyinkyini kuropɔn no mu, ne mmɔntene so ne nʼadwabirem; na mahwehwɛ deɛ mʼakoma da no so. Enti mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no.

3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aprɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. “Moahunu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no anaa?”

4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

Mereyɛ atwa wɔn ho pɛ na mehunuu deɛ mʼakoma da no so no. Mesɔɔ ne nsa sɛ meremma no nkɔ kɔsii sɛ mede no baa me maame fie, de no kɔɔ deɛ ɔnyinsɛnee me dan mu.

5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.

Yerusalem mmammaa mehyɛ mo sɛ, Momfa wiram atwewa ne ɔforoteɛ nsuae sɛ morennyane na morenhwanyane ɔdɔ mu kɔsi ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ mu.

6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

Hwan na ɔfiri ɛserɛ so reba te sɛ wisie kumɔnn a ɛfiri kurobo, aduhwam ne adwadifoɔ pɛprɛ ahodoɔ mu, atutu ne ho yi?

7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

Monhwɛ, ɛyɛ Salomo teaseɛnam a akofoɔ aduosia bɔ no kyidɔm; adeɛ a ɛwɔ animuonyam pa ara wɔ Israel,

8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Wɔn nyinaa bobɔ akofena, wɔn nyinaa wɔ akodie ho nyansa. Wɔn akofena bobɔ wɔn nkyɛn mu, na obiara asiesie ne ho ama deɛ ɛbɛsi anadwo a ɛyɛ hu biara.

9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

Ɔhene Salomo yɛɛ teaseɛnam no maa ne ho; ɔde Lebanon nnua na ɛyɛeɛ.

10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

Ɔde dwetɛ na ɛyɛɛ nʼadum, ɔde sikakɔkɔɔ na ɛyɛɛ ne nnyinasoɔ. Wɔde beredum ntoma na ɛduraa emu nkonnwa ho. Emu nsiesie yɛ ahomeka na Yerusalem mmammaa na wɔyɛeɛ.

11 Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Momfiri adi, mo Sion mmammaa, mommɛhwɛ ɔhene Salomo sɛ ɔhyɛ ahenkyɛ deɛ ne maame de hyɛɛ no nʼayeforɔhyia da no, da a ɔdii ahurisie nʼakoma mu no.