Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Báwo ni ìwọ ti lẹ́wà tó olólùfẹ́ mi! Háà, ìwọ jẹ́ arẹwà! Ìwọ ní ojú àdàbà lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ irun rẹ bò ọ́ lójú bí ọ̀wọ́ ewúrẹ́. Tí ó sọ̀kalẹ̀ lórí òkè Gileadi.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Eyín rẹ̀ funfun bí i irun àgbò tí ó gòkè wá láti ibi ìwẹ̀; olúkúlùkù wọn bí èjìrẹ́; kò sí ọ̀kan nínú wọn tí ó da dúró.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Ètè rẹ dàbí òwú òdòdó; ẹnu rẹ̀ dùn. Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dàbí ẹ̀là pomegiranate lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Ọrùn rẹ dàbí ilé ìṣọ́ Dafidi, tí a kọ́ pẹ̀lú ìhámọ́ra; lórí rẹ̀ ni a fi ẹgbẹ̀rún àpáta kọ́, gbogbo wọn jẹ́ àṣà àwọn alágbára.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Ọmú rẹ̀ méjèèjì dàbí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì tí ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná ewéko lílì.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Títí ọjọ́ yóò fi rọ̀ tí òjìji yóò fi fò lọ, èmi yóò lọ sí orí òkè ńlá òjìá àti sí òkè kékeré tùràrí.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Gbogbo ara rẹ jẹ́ kìkì ẹwà, olólùfẹ́ mi; kò sì ṣí àbàwọ́n lára rẹ.
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.
Kí a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni, ìyàwó mi, ki a lọ kúrò ní Lebanoni. Àwa wò láti orí òkè Amana, láti orí òkè ti Seniri, àti téńté Hermoni, láti ibi ihò àwọn kìnnìún, láti orí òkè ńlá àwọn ẹkùn.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìwọ ti gba ọkàn mi pẹ̀lú ìwò ẹ̀ẹ̀kan ojú rẹ, pẹ̀lú ọ̀kan nínú ìlẹ̀kẹ̀ ọrùn rẹ.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Ìfẹ́ rẹ ti dùn tó, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi! Ìfẹ́ rẹ tu ni lára ju ọtí wáìnì lọ, òórùn ìkunra rẹ sì ju òórùn gbogbo tùràrí lọ!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Ètè rẹ ń kan dídùn bí afárá oyin, ìyàwó mi; wàrà àti oyin wà lábẹ́ ahọ́n rẹ. Òórùn aṣọ rẹ sì dàbí òórùn Lebanoni.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Arábìnrin mi ni ọgbà tí a sọ, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìsun tí a sé mọ́, orísun tí a fi èdìdì dì.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Ohun ọ̀gbìn rẹ àgbàlá pomegiranate ni ti òun ti àṣàyàn èso; kipiresi àti nadi,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
nadi àti Safironi, kalamusi àti kinamoni, àti gbogbo igi olóòórùn dídùn, òjìá àti aloe pẹ̀lú irú wọn.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Ìwọ ni ọgbà orísun, kànga omi ìyè, ìṣàn omi láti Lebanoni wá.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Jí ìwọ afẹ́fẹ́ àríwá kí o sì wá, afẹ́fẹ́ gúúsù! Fẹ́ lórí ọgbà mi, kí àwọn òórùn dídùn inú rẹ lè rùn jáde. Jẹ́ kí olùfẹ́ mi wá sínú ọgbà a rẹ̀ kí ó sì jẹ àṣàyàn èso rẹ̀.
