Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
An maua madungʼ tik mamit mag Sharon, bende an ondanyo madongo e holo.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
Mana ka ondanyo motwi e dier kuthe e kaka jaherana chalo e dier nyiri.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Osetera e od budho mare, kendo herane oliero e wiya ka bendera.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Miya jip gi olemb mzabibu mosemo e chiengʼ, duog chunya gi olemo mayom, nikech hera onura.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Bade ma koracham oteno wiya to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Lingʼane, awinjo dwond jaherana kabiro! Kochikore ewi gode kobiro, kendo obiro kolengʼore ewi gode matindo.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
Jaherana chalo gi mwanda manie thim. Nene kaka ochungʼ e tok ohinga, kongʼicho gie dirise manie kor ohinga, kendo kongʼicho gie bath dirisa.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
Jaherana nowuoyo kendo nowachona niya, “Aa malo jaherana, bi wadhiyo, yaye jaber.
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Ndalo chwiri osekalo; koth osechok kendo oserumo.
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
Maua osechako thiewo e puothe; kinde mag wer osechopo, ndalo ma akuch oduglani werie mamit koro winjore e gwengʼwa.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
Yiend ngʼowu golo olembene mokwongo; thiepe mag mzabibu keyo tikgi mamit. Aa malo ibi, jaherana; bi mondo wadhiyo, yaye jaber.”
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
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.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Maknwauru nyithind bwe ma pod tindo, maketho puothewa mag mzabibu; nikech dipo ka giketho mzabibuwa mosechako thiewo.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Jaherana en mara kendo an mare; odongo maber e dier ondanyo.
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Nyaka chop piny yawre kendo tipo mag gik moko lal, duog ira, jaherana, mana kaka mwanda gi le mamoko ringo kadok e gode.
