Wer Mamit 5
1 Asebiro e puotha, yaye jaherana; asechoko ubani gi modhi madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar, asechamo pednina kaachiel kod mor kich mara; kendo asemadho divaina kod chak. Osiepe Yaye osiepena, chiemuru kendo methuru; yaye joherana, methuru ma romu.
I AM come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Ne anindo, to chunya ne neno. Lingʼ uwinji! Jaherana dwongʼo kowacho niya, “Yaye jaherana, yawna kendo winja maber, yaye jaherana mamuol mana ka akuru. Tho opongʼo wiya, kendo yie wiya opongʼ gi ngʼich mar otieno.”
I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Aselonyo lepa, koro idwaro ni achak arwakra kendo? Aselwoko tienda, koro idwaro ni achak anyon lowo kendo?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Jaherana nosoyo lwete e otuchi mar dhoot; chunya nochako gwecho ka dware.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my heart was moved for him.
5 Ne aa malo mondo ayawne jaherana, kendo lwetena ne ton mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma nengone tek. Morno ma nengone tek mane ni e lith lweta nomieno pata mar dhoot.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Ne ayawone jaherana, mi ayudo ka jaherana osewuok kendo osea! Chunya norumo kane odhi oyomba. Ne amanye, to ne ok ayude. Ne aluonge, to ne ok odwoka.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Jorito noromo koda kane giwuotho gotieno e alwora mar dala. Ne gigoya marach ma gihinya; kendo jorito marichogo, ne omaya lawa!
The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 Amiyou chik, un nyi Jerusalem ni ka uyudo jaherana, to ubiro nyise nangʼo? Nyiseuru ni hera ma aherego odwaro nega?
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo duto? Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, momiyo imiyowa chik ma kamano?
What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?
10 Jaherana rieny kendo rapudo, oloyo chwo alufu apar.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Wiye chalo dhahabu maler, yie wiye beyo kendo boyo, bende yie wiyego ratengʼ ka yie agak.
His head is [as] the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.
12 Wengene chalo akuru mopiyo but aore mamol, moluoki gi chak, kendo ochan kaka kite ma nengogi tek.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
13 Lembe chalo gi apilo mokuogi magolo suya mamit. Pien dhoge chalo ondanyo, ma mo madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar tonie.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs: his lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Bedene chalo gi luth mar dhahabu, mokedi gi kite ma nengongi tek. Dende chalo gi lak liech moywe maler, mokedi gi kit safir.
His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: his body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires.
15 Tiendene chalo gi sirni mag kit ombo mochungʼ e mise mag dhahabu maler. Onenore ka got mar Lebanon, kendo ongʼongʼore ka bepe sida mag Lebanon.
His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Mano kaka dhoge mit nyodho, kendo ober moloyo chwo mamoko. Mano e jaherana, mano e osiepna, yaye nyi Jerusalem.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
