Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
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 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren 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 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Ètè rẹ dàbí òwú òdòdó; ẹnu rẹ̀ dùn. Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ dàbí ẹ̀là pomegiranate lábẹ́ ìbòjú rẹ.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant 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 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Ọmú rẹ̀ méjèèjì dàbí abo egbin méjì tí wọ́n jẹ́ ìbejì tí ń jẹ láàrín ìtànná ewéko lílì.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and 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 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Gbogbo ara rẹ jẹ́ kìkì ẹwà, olólùfẹ́ mi; kò sì ṣí àbàwọ́n lára rẹ.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, 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 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy 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 are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical 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 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
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 spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
Arábìnrin mi ni ọgbà tí a sọ, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; ìsun tí a sé mọ́, orísun tí a fi èdìdì dì.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Ohun ọ̀gbìn rẹ àgbàlá pomegiranate ni ti òun ti àṣàyàn èso; kipiresi àti nadi,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
nadi àti Safironi, kalamusi àti kinamoni, àti gbogbo igi olóòórùn dídùn, òjìá àti aloe pẹ̀lú irú wọn.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Ìwọ ni ọgbà orísun, kànga omi ìyè, ìṣàn omi láti Lebanoni wá.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
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.
