Song of Solomon 1
Wer mamit moloyo wende moko nondiki gi ruoth Solomon.
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Bi mondo inyodha gi dhogi, nikech herani kelo mor moloyo divai.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
Modhi miwirorigo dungʼ mamit; kendo nyingi chalo gi mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma pukore oko. Kare mano emomiyo nyiri duto oheri!
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
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 blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
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 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
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 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy 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 thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
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 haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Jaherana, apimi mana gi faras madhako motwe but achiel kuom geche Farao.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Lembi nenore maber ka sitadi olierie; ngʼuti bende nenore maber ka olierie tigo ma nengogi tek.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Wabiro losoni thiwni mag dhahabu, kod tigo mag fedha.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
Kane ruoth chiemo e mesane, mo mangʼwe ngʼar man-gi tik mamit nopongʼo ot kadonjo.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
Jaherana chalona gi mo mane-mane mobo matin ma nengone tek, mantie e kind thundena.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
Jaherana chalona maua maber mothiewo, moa e puoth mzabibu man En Gedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Mano kaka ijaber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka ijaber! Wengeni neno mamuol ka akuru.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Mano kaka iber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka berni olomba! Kendo kitandawa bende yom ka lum mangʼich.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
Bepe mag tat odwa gin mag sida; kendo bede yien mokar mag obudo nobednwa tado.
