Song Of Songs 1

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
    for your love is more delightful than wine.

Wɔnam Agya Onyankopɔn botae so na woyii mo na wɔnam ne Honhom so tew mo ho sɛ munni Yesu Kristo akyi na ɛnam so ma ne mogya no atew mo ho. Adom ne asomdwoe a ɛdɔɔso nka mo.

Anidaso

Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
    your name is like perfume poured out.
    No wonder the young women love you!

Momma yɛnna Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ yɛn Awurade Yesu Kristo Agya no ase. Esiane n’ahummɔbɔ dodow nti, ɔnam nyan a onyanee Yesu Kristo fii owu mu no so maa yɛn nkwa foforo. Eyi ma yenya anidaso a atim,

Take me away with you—let us hurry!
    Let the king bring me into his chambers.

enti yɛrehwɛ anim sɛ yebenya nhyira dodow a Onyankopɔn akora a ɔde ma ne mma no bi. Ɔde sie wɔ soro ma mo efisɛ, ɛhɔ de, ɛremporɔw anaa ɛrensɛe na ɛrempa nso.

Dark am I, yet lovely,
    daughters of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Kedar,
    like the tent curtains of Solomon.^[c]

Na Onyankopɔn gyina ne tumi kɛse no so bɛhwɛ sɛ mubedu hɔ asomdwoe mu na mo nsa aka, efisɛ, mugye no di. Ɛbɛyɛ mo de nna a edi akyi no mu ama obiara ahu.

Do not stare at me because I am dark,
    because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
    and made me take care of the vineyards;
    my own vineyard I had to neglect.

Ɛwom sɛ, ebia mprempren ɛbɛba sɛ, esiane ɔhaw pii a mobɛfa mu no nti, mo werɛ bɛhow de, nanso momma mo ani nnye saa asɛm yi ho.

Tell me, you whom I love,
    where you graze your flock
    and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman
    beside the flocks of your friends?

Wɔn botae ne sɛ, wobehu sɛ mo gyidi no yɛ kann. Sikakɔkɔɔ a wotumi sɛe no no mpo, wɔde ogya sɔ hwɛ enti mo gyidi a ɛsom bo kyɛn sikakɔbɔɔ no, ɛsɛ sɛ wɔsɔ hwɛ hu sɛ, ebetumi atim anaa. Ɛno ansa na da a Yesu Kristo bɛba no, mubenya anuonyam.

If you do not know, most beautiful of women,
    follow the tracks of the sheep
and graze your young goats
    by the tents of the shepherds.

Ɛwom sɛ munhu Yesu mprempren, nanso modɔ no. Munhuu no da, nanso mugye no di. Anigye a moanya no mma ɔka,

I liken you, my darling, to a mare
    among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.

efisɛ, mo gyidi ho mfaso a ɛyɛ mo kra nkwagye no, mo nsa reka.

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
    your neck with strings of jewels.

Saa nkwagye yi ho na adiyifo no de boasetɔ hwehwɛɛ mu hyɛɛ saa akyɛde yi a Onyankopɔn de bɛma mo no ho nkɔm.

We will make you earrings of gold,
    studded with silver.

Wodwen bere ko a Kristo honhom a ɛwɔ wɔn mu a edii Kristo amane a obehui ne anuonyam a ebedi akyi no ho adanse no yikyerɛ no ho.

While the king was at his table,
    my perfume spread its fragrance.

Onyankopɔn daa no adi kyerɛɛ saa adiyifo no sɛ wɔn adwuma no nni wɔn yiyedi mu na mmom ɛwɔ mo yiyedi mu. Na akyiri yi ara wɔada Asɛmpa no adi akyerɛ yɛn nyinaa. Saa Honhom Kronkron no a wɔsoma fi soro no tumi so a wɔnam kasa kyerɛɛ wɔn no ara so na wɔnam kasa kyerɛɛ yɛn nso. Eyinom yɛ nneɛma bi a abɔfo mpo pɛ sɛ wɔte ase.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
    resting between my breasts.

Enti munsi mo adwene pi na munni dwuma. Munnyina yiye na momma mo ani nna nhyira a wɔde bɛma mo Yesu Kristo ba a ɔbɛba no mu no so.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.

Muntie Onyankopɔn, na mommma akɔnnɔ abrabɔ a edii mo so bere a na munnim no nnni mo so.

How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes are doves.

Na mmom, monyɛ kronn wɔ biribiara a moyɛ mu sɛnea Onyankopɔn a ɔfrɛɛ mo no yɛ kronn no.

How handsome you are, my beloved!
    Oh, how charming!
    And our bed is verdant.

Kyerɛwsɛm no ka se, “Ɛsɛ sɛ moyɛ kronn, efisɛ, meyɛ kronn.”

The beams of our house are cedars;
    our rafters are firs.