Song of Solomon 1
1 This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
Wer mamit moloyo wende moko nondiki gi ruoth Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Bi mondo inyodha gi dhogi, nikech herani kelo mor moloyo divai.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
Modhi miwirorigo dungʼ mamit; kendo nyingi chalo gi mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma pukore oko. Kare mano emomiyo nyiri duto oheri!
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
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!
5 I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
6 Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
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.
7 Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
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?
8 If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
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.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
Jaherana, apimi mana gi faras madhako motwe but achiel kuom geche Farao.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Lembi nenore maber ka sitadi olierie; ngʼuti bende nenore maber ka olierie tigo ma nengogi tek.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
Wabiro losoni thiwni mag dhahabu, kod tigo mag fedha.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
Kane ruoth chiemo e mesane, mo mangʼwe ngʼar man-gi tik mamit nopongʼo ot kadonjo.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
Jaherana chalona gi mo mane-mane mobo matin ma nengone tek, mantie e kind thundena.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Jaherana chalona maua maber mothiewo, moa e puoth mzabibu man En Gedi.
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
Mano kaka ijaber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka ijaber! Wengeni neno mamuol ka akuru.
16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
Mano kaka iber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka berni olomba! Kendo kitandawa bende yom ka lum mangʼich.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
Bepe mag tat odwa gin mag sida; kendo bede yien mokar mag obudo nobednwa tado.
