Wer Mamit 2
1 An maua madungʼ tik mamit mag Sharon, bende an ondanyo madongo e holo.
I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Mana ka ondanyo motwi e dier kuthe e kaka jaherana chalo e dier nyiri.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love 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.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Osetera e od budho mare, kendo herane oliero e wiya ka bendera.
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 Miya jip gi olemb mzabibu mosemo e chiengʼ, duog chunya gi olemo mayom, nikech hera onura.
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
6 Bade ma koracham oteno wiya to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
8 Lingʼane, awinjo dwond jaherana kabiro! Kochikore ewi gode kobiro, kendo obiro kolengʼore ewi gode matindo.
The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
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 beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 Jaherana nowuoyo kendo nowachona niya, “Aa malo jaherana, bi wadhiyo, yaye jaber.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 Ndalo chwiri osekalo; koth osechok kendo oserumo.
For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Maua osechako thiewo e puothe; kinde mag wer osechopo, ndalo ma akuch oduglani werie mamit koro winjore e gwengʼwa.
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove 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 fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful 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 dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
15 Maknwauru nyithind bwe ma pod tindo, maketho puothewa mag mzabibu; nikech dipo ka giketho mzabibuwa mosechako thiewo.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 Jaherana en mara kendo an mare; odongo maber e dier ondanyo.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses 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.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
