Song of Solomon 3
1 Bride: On my bed, throughout the night, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find him.
Pandan plizyè nwit, m' kouche sou kabann mwen, m' chache moun mwen renmen anpil la. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
2 I will rise up, and I will circle through the city. Through the side streets and thoroughfares, I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find him.
Apre sa, mwen leve, mwen pran mache nan tout lavil la, m' chache moun mwen renmen an nan tout lari, sou tout laplas yo. M' chache l', mwen pa jwenn li.
3 The watchers who guard the city found me: “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Gad k'ap mache fè patwouy nan lavil la kontre avè m'. Mwen mande yo: Souple! Nou pa wè nèg mwen renmen an pou mwen?
4 When I had passed by them a little, I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not release him, until I would bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her who bore me.
Kite mwen kite gad yo, mwen jwenn moun mwen renmen an. Mwen kenbe men l'. Mwen pa lage l' jouk mwen mennen l' kay manman m', nan chanm moun ki te pote m' nan vant li an.
5 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo. Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san li pa vle.
6 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends through the desert, like a staff of smoke from the aromatics of myrrh, and frankincense, and every powder of the perfumer?
Kisa k'ap vini sot nan dezè a? L'ap vini nan mitan de poto lafimen. Lè a gen sant lansan, li gen sant mant, li gen sant tout kalite poud santi bon machann vann.
7 Chorus to Bride: Lo, sixty strong ones, out of all the strongest in Israel, stand watch at the bed of Solomon,
Gade! Se yon kabann divan y'ap pote pou Salomon. Gen swasant sòlda k'ap eskòte l', swasant nan pi vanyan sòlda peyi Izrayèl la.
8 all holding swords and well-trained in warfare, each one’s weapon upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
Yo tout gen anpil ladrès pou sèvi ak nepe. Se vyewo yo ye nan lagè. Yo chak gen nepe yo mare nan ren yo. Yo tou pare pou si yo ta atake yo lannwit.
9 Bride to Chorus: King Solomon made himself a portable throne from the wood of Lebanon.
Wa Salomon fè fè yon bèl divan sou branka pou li ak pi bon bwa peyi Liban,
10 He made its columns of silver, the reclining place of gold, the ascent of purple; the middle he covered well, out of charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Poto kwen yo fèt an ajan. Tèt divan an kouvri an lò. Matla a kouvri ak bèl twal wouj, tout anndan an bwode. Se medam lavil Jerizalèm yo ki fè l' pou li ak tout kè yo.
11 O daughters of Zion, go forth and see king Solomon with the diadem with which his mother crowned him, on the day of his espousal, on the day of the rejoicing of his heart.
Soti non, medam mòn Siyon yo! Vin wè wa Salomon ak kouwòn manman l' te mete sou tèt li jou maryaj li, jou kè l' te kontan anpil la.
