Wer Mamit 1
1 Wer mamit moloyo wende moko nondiki gi ruoth Solomon.
The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
2 Bi mondo inyodha gi dhogi, nikech herani kelo mor moloyo divai.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3 Modhi miwirorigo dungʼ mamit; kendo nyingi chalo gi mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma pukore oko. Kare mano emomiyo nyiri duto oheri!
For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4 Kawa idhi koda, waret piyo waa kae! Ruoth mondo odhi koda nyaka ei ode maiye. Osiepe Wail kendo chunywa mor kodi; wabiro pako herani moloyo divai. Nyako Gitimo gima kare ka gipuoyi!
Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
5 An nyako ma dichol kendo ma jaber, yaye nyi Jerusalem, an dichol mana ka hembe mag Kedar, kendo mana ka pasia molier e hembe Solomon.
Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6 Kik uchaya nikech an dichol, nimar chiengʼ ema oseloko denda kamano. Yawuot minwa nokecho koda, mine giketa jarit puothegi mag mzabibu; to puotha awuon mar mzabibu to ne ajwangʼo.
Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
7 Yaye jaherana, nyisane kuma ikwayoe jambi kod kuma iweye rombi mondo oyweyee odiechiengʼ tir. Angʼo momiyo dachal mana gi dhako moumo wangʼe e dier jamb osiepeni?
Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
8 Ka ok ingʼeyo, yaye jaber moloyo mon mamoko, lu bangʼ rombe kuonde ma gikwayoe, mondo ikwa nyidiek ma pod tindo e bath hembe mag jokwath.
If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
9 Jaherana, apimi mana gi faras madhako motwe but achiel kuom geche Farao.
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10 Lembi nenore maber ka sitadi olierie; ngʼuti bende nenore maber ka olierie tigo ma nengogi tek.
Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11 Wabiro losoni thiwni mag dhahabu, kod tigo mag fedha.
Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12 Kane ruoth chiemo e mesane, mo mangʼwe ngʼar man-gi tik mamit nopongʼo ot kadonjo.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13 Jaherana chalona gi mo mane-mane mobo matin ma nengone tek, mantie e kind thundena.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14 Jaherana chalona maua maber mothiewo, moa e puoth mzabibu man En Gedi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 Mano kaka ijaber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka ijaber! Wengeni neno mamuol ka akuru.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16 Mano kaka iber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka berni olomba! Kendo kitandawa bende yom ka lum mangʼich.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17 Bepe mag tat odwa gin mag sida; kendo bede yien mokar mag obudo nobednwa tado.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
