Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
Jaherani olal kune, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo? Jaherani ne oluwo kanye, mondo wakonyi manye?
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Jaherana osedhi e puothe, kama gik mangʼwe ngʼar dongoe, mondo omeny ei puothe kendo ochok ondanyo.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Jaherana en mara kendo an bende an mare; omiyo omenyo e dier ondanyo.
4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
Jaherana, ijaber mana ka Tirza, ilongʼo mana ka Jerusalem, ichanori mana ka jolweny motingʼo bendeche.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
Gol wengegi kuoma; nikech giberna. Yie wiyi chalo kweth mag diek, malor koa e got Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
Lekeni tar mana ka kweth mag rombe mowuok kar luok. Moro ka moro wuotho gi nyithinde ma rude kendo onge moro man kende.
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Lembi ma iumo gi nanga chalo gi olemo mongʼinore mochiek makwar.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
Ruoth nigi mon piero auchiel gi mon mamoko piero aboro, kod nyiri mapok ongʼeyo chwo mokadho akwana.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
To an ahero mana nyako achiel kende, ma jaber ka akuru, en e nyar min kende, mohero malich. Jotich ma nyiri konene, to luonge ni nyako mogwedhi, to mond ruoth kod mon mamoko konene to pake.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
Ma to en ngʼa mabiro apoya ka piny madwa ru? Adier, ober ka dwe kendo ongʼangʼni ka wangʼ chiengʼ, bende ochanore ka sulwe moriedo.
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
Ne alor mwalo nyaka e puoth mananas, mondo ane kaka gidongo e holo, kendo mondo ane ka mzabibu osechako golo maua kata ka olemo mongʼinore osechako chiek makwar.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
Apoya nono, kapok angʼeyo, gombona notingʼa motera nyaka dier geche joka ruoth.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
Yie iduogi, yie iduogi, yaye nyar jo-Shulam; yie iduogi, yie iduogi, mondo waneni! Wuowi Ere gima omiyo ungʼiyo nyar jo-Shulam kamano, mana ka gima omielo miend Mahanaim?
