Song of Songs 3
1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he listened not to me.
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 now, and go about in the city, in the marketplaces, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
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 watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], 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 [It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived 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 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you rouse not nor awake [my] love, until he please.
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 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders 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 Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
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 They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by 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 King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
Wa Salomon fè fè yon bèl divan sou branka pou li ak pi bon bwa peyi Liban,
10 He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, 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 Go forth, you daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness 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.
