Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ɔdehye babea! Wʼanantu a wugyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfo nsa ano adwuma.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a enni nsa a nsa pa wɔ mu bere biara. Wo sisi yɛ atoko a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntade a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim pon nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.
Wo ti si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔw. Wo tinwi te sɛ adehyetam a wɔadi mu adwinni; wo tinwi atenten no kyere ɔhene dommum.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, ɔdɔ, wo ho yɛ anigye na ɛma ahomeka ara!
7 This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Wo sibea te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba kasiaw.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples;
Mekae se, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na maso nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe kasiaw, na wo home mu hua nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Na wʼanom hua nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfo hɔ tee, ɛnsen mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Meyɛ me dɔfo de, na nʼapɛde ne me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Bra, me dɔfo; ma yɛnkɔ akuraa, ma yɛnkɔda akuraa anadwo baako.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Ma yɛnkɔ bobeturo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, sɛ nhwiren no apaapae, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
13 The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Adesaa yi ne hua, na akɔnnɔduan nyinaa begu yɛn pon ano, foforo ne dedaw, a mede asie ama wo, me dɔfo.
