Song of Solomon 7
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
Wò, dumegã ƒe vinyɔnu, atokota dze afɔ na wò loo! Wò zɔzɔme le tɔxɛ abe dzonu vavã si aɖaŋuwɔla wɔ la ene.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Wò agbɔgbɔnu sɔ tebee abe wainkplu si me wain si wotɔtɔ la mevɔna le o la ene. Wò alime keke abe bli si woli kɔe, eye dzogbenya ɖe to ɖee la ene.
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve siwo nye zi ƒe evenɔviwo la ene.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
Wò kɔ le tsralɛ abe nyiɖuxɔ tsrala ene. Wò ŋkuwo le abe Hesbon ƒe tsita si le Bat Rabingbo nu la ene. Wò ŋɔti le abe Lebanon ƒe xɔ tsrala si dze ŋgɔ Damasko la ene.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Wò ta le tegblẽe abe Karmel to ene, eye wò taɖa le abe fia ƒe avɔ si wotsɔ ka vovovowo lɔ̃e la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme ɖe aboyo fia la.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
Èdze tugbe ŋutɔ, eye wò nu hã nyoa ame ŋu. O lɔlɔ̃, wò nuwɔna ɖe sia ɖe doa dzidzɔ na nye dzi!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Wò kɔkɔme le abe deti ene, eye wò nowo le toɖoe abe atikutsetse siwo le kpo ŋuti la ene.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
Megblɔ be, “Made deti la dzi, eye malé eƒe tsetsea ɖe asi.” Wò nowo nenɔ abe wainkpo siwo le wainka ŋu la ene, wò gbɔgbɔ naʋẽ lĩlĩlĩ abe aplu ene,
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
eye wò nu me nenye wain nyuitɔ. Wain la neto nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒe nu me kple eƒe aɖutame wɔlii.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
Menye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ tɔ, eye eya hã ƒe dzi le yonyeme.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, va; na míayi gbe me, eye míatsi kɔƒe me adɔ.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
Na míafɔ kaba ayi waingblewo me, akpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse, woƒe seƒoƒowo ke, eye gbotiwo hã le tsetsem mahã; le afi ma matsɔ nye lɔlɔ̃ na wò.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
Adrikewo le ya ɖem nyuie, eye atikutsetse vivi vovovowo le míaƒe ʋɔtru nu, eye medzra yeyeawo kple xoxoawo siaa ɖo na wò, nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ.
