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.

Ní orí ibùsùn mi ní òru mo wá ẹni tí ọkàn mí fẹ́; mo wá a, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.

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.

Èmi yóò dìde nísinsin yìí, èmi yóò sì rìn lọ káàkiri ìlú, ní àwọn òpópónà àti ní àwọn gbangba òde; èmi yóò wá ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni mo wá a ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò rí i.

3 The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], Have you seen him whom my soul loves?

Àwọn ọdẹ tí ń ṣọ́ ìlú rí mi bí wọ́n ṣe ń rìn yíká ìlú. “Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ti rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́?”

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.

Gẹ́rẹ́ tí mo fi wọ́n sílẹ̀ ni mo rí ẹni tí ọkàn mi fẹ́. Mo dìímú, èmi kò sì jẹ́ kí ó lọ títí tí mo fi mú u wá sílé ìyá mi, sínú yàrá ẹni tí ó lóyún mi.

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.

Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu, mo fi àwọn abo egbin àti abo àgbọ̀nrín igbó fi yín bú kí ẹ má ṣe rú olùfẹ́ mi sókè kí ẹ má sì ṣe jí i títí yóò fi wù ú.

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?

Ta ni ẹni tí ń ti ijù jáde wá bí ọ̀wọ̀n èéfín tí a ti fi òjìá àti tùràrí kùn lára pẹ̀lú gbogbo ìpara olóòórùn oníṣòwò?

7 Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.

Wò ó! Àkéte rẹ̀ tí í ṣe ti Solomoni, àwọn akọni ọgọ́ta ni ó wà yí i ká, àwọn akọni Israẹli,

8 They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.

gbogbo wọn ni ó mú idà lọ́wọ́, gbogbo wọn ní ìmọ̀ nínú ogun, idà oníkálùkù wà ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ̀, wọ́n múra sílẹ̀ fún ìdágìrì òru

9 King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.

Solomoni ọba ṣe àkéte fún ara rẹ̀; o fi igi Lebanoni ṣe é.

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.

Ó fi fàdákà ṣe òpó rẹ̀, o fi wúrà ṣe ibi ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀. Ó fi elése àlùkò ṣe ibùjókòó rẹ̀, inú rẹ̀ ni ó ko àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ ìfẹ́ wọ̀nyí sí. “Pẹ̀lú ìfẹ́ láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu.”

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.

Ẹ jáde wá, ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Sioni, kí ẹ sì wo ọba Solomoni tí ó dé adé, adé tí ìyá rẹ̀ fi dé e ní ọjọ́ ìgbéyàwó rẹ̀, ní ọjọ́ ayọ̀ ọkàn rẹ̀.