Song Of Songs 2

I am a rose^[b] of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.

Montwe mo ho mfi bɔne nyinaa, atoro anaa nyaatwom anaa anibere anaa oburu kasa ho.

Like a lily among thorns
    is my darling among the young women.

Monyɛ sɛ nkokoaa a bere biara sukɔm de mo sɛ mubenya honhom mu nufusu kronn anom na sɛ monom a, moanyin na wɔagye mo nkwa.

Like an apple^[c] tree among the trees of the forest
    is my beloved among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
    and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

Sɛnea Kyerɛwsɛm no ka se, “Moaka Awurade ayamye no ahwɛ.”

Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
    and let his banner over me be love.

Mommra Awurade a ɔyɛ ɔbo a nkwa wom no nkyɛn. Ɔno na nnipa poo no, na Onyankopɔn yii no sɛ n’ade a ɛsom bo.

Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.

Mo nso mote sɛ abo a nkwa wɔ mu a, wɔnam so resi dan a honhom ahyɛ ma a ɛbɛyɛ asɔfo Kronkron fi a wɔnam Yesu Kristo so bɛbɔ afɔre a ɛho tew wɔ mu ama Onyankopɔn no.

His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.

Na Kyerɛwsɛm no ka se, “Mayi ɔbo a ɛho hia a mede bɛyɛ Sion tweatibo a obiara a obegye no adi no, wɔrenni no huammɔ.”

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

Saa ɔbo yi ho wɔ mfaso yiye ma mo a mugye di, na wɔn a wonnye nni no: “Ɔbo a abantofo apo no, ɛbɛyɛɛ tweatibo.”

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.

Wɔka bio wɔ Kyerɛwsɛm no mu se, “Saa ɔbo yi na ɛbɛma nnipa ahintiw; ɔbotan a ɛbɛma wɔahwe ase.” Wohintiwii efisɛ, na wonnye asɛm no nni. Saa na Onyankopɔn hyɛe.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
    Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

Na mo de, moyɛ nnipa a wɔayi mo, sɛ ɔhene asɔfo, ɔman kronkron, Onyankopɔn ankasa nkurɔfo a wɔayi mo sɛ monka n’anwonwadwuma no ho asɛm. Ɔno na ɔfrɛɛ mo fi sum mu baa n’ankasa hann nwonwaso no mu.

My beloved spoke and said to me,
    “Arise, my darling,
    my beautiful one, come with me.

Nna bi a atwam no, na monyɛ Onyankopɔn nkurɔfo nanso afei, moyɛ ne nkurɔfo; nna bi a atwam no na munnim Onyankopɔn ahummɔbɔ no, nanso mprempren, moanya n’ahummɔbɔ no.

Onyankopɔn asomfo

See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.

M’adɔfo, mekasa kyerɛ mo sɛ ahɔho ne amamfrafo a mowɔ wiase. Montwe mo ho mfi honam akɔnnɔ a daa ɛne ɔkra no di asi no ho.

Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.

Mummu ɔbra pa wɔ manmufo a mofra wɔn mu no mu, na sɛ wɔka mo ho nsɛm sɛ moyɛ nnebɔneyɛfo a, wɔahu mo papa a moayɛ no nso nam so ahyɛ Onyankopɔn anuonyam ɛda a ɔbɛba no.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;
    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

Mommrɛ mo ho ase wɔ Awurade din mu mma nnipa, Ɔhene Kɛse

My dove in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

ne amradofo a ɔno na ɔsomaa wɔn sɛ wɔntwe nnebɔneyɛfo aso na wɔnkamfo wɔn a wɔyɛ papa no no.

Catch for us the foxes,
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
    our vineyards that are in bloom.

Onyankopɔn ahyɛde ne sɛ, ɔpɛ sɛ monam mo nneyɛe pa so ka nnipa a wɔkasa kwa no kasa no hyɛ.

My beloved is mine and I am his;
    he browses among the lilies.

Montena ase sɛ nnipa a mode mo ho. Na mommfa ɔde a mode mo ho no nnkata bɔne biara so. Na mmom montena ase sɛ Onyankopɔn asomfo.

Until the day breaks
    and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
    and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
    on the rugged hills.^[d]