Wer Mamit 2
1 An maua madungʼ tik mamit mag Sharon, bende an ondanyo madongo e holo.
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
2 Mana ka ondanyo motwi e dier kuthe e kaka jaherana chalo e dier nyiri.
Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3 Mana kaka yiend olemo mayom manie dier yiende mamoko mag bungu, e kaka jaherana chalo e dier chwo matindo. Amor ka abet e tipone, kendo olembe milimili e dhoga.
Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
4 Osetera e od budho mare, kendo herane oliero e wiya ka bendera.
Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
5 Miya jip gi olemb mzabibu mosemo e chiengʼ, duog chunya gi olemo mayom, nikech hera onura.
Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
6 Bade ma koracham oteno wiya to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7 Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
8 Lingʼane, awinjo dwond jaherana kabiro! Kochikore ewi gode kobiro, kendo obiro kolengʼore ewi gode matindo.
It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9 Jaherana chalo gi mwanda manie thim. Nene kaka ochungʼ e tok ohinga, kongʼicho gie dirise manie kor ohinga, kendo kongʼicho gie bath dirisa.
My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10 Jaherana nowuoyo kendo nowachona niya, “Aa malo jaherana, bi wadhiyo, yaye jaber.
My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
11 Ndalo chwiri osekalo; koth osechok kendo oserumo.
For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
12 Maua osechako thiewo e puothe; kinde mag wer osechopo, ndalo ma akuch oduglani werie mamit koro winjore e gwengʼwa.
The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 Yiend ngʼowu golo olembene mokwongo; thiepe mag mzabibu keyo tikgi mamit. Aa malo ibi, jaherana; bi mondo wadhiyo, yaye jaber.”
The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14 Yaye akucha manie buche manie kor lwanda; kuonde mopondo manie kor gode, yie aneye wangʼi, kendo yie awinjie dwondi; nimar dwondi mit, kendo wangʼi ber neno.
My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
15 Maknwauru nyithind bwe ma pod tindo, maketho puothewa mag mzabibu; nikech dipo ka giketho mzabibuwa mosechako thiewo.
Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
16 Jaherana en mara kendo an mare; odongo maber e dier ondanyo.
My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17 Nyaka chop piny yawre kendo tipo mag gik moko lal, duog ira, jaherana, mana kaka mwanda gi le mamoko ringo kadok e gode.
Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
