Song of Solomon 5
1 I AM come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Mutan se su saok sik, su nga ako in payuk se, Nga utyak nu in ima luk. Nga kunsani mwe akkeng luk wi myrrh; Nga engankin eman honey luk ma oan in nien honey uh; Ac nga nim wain ac milk nimuk. Komtal mwet kawuk luo an, mongo ac nim Nwe ke na komtal mutkakinya lungse lomtal!
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Ke nga oan in motul, insiuk ngetnget na. Oana ngan lohng mu el su nga lungse el towol srungul uh. Ikasla nga in utyak, mutan su saok sik, Kom su kuiyuk, ac oana wuleoa nutik. Insifuk sroksroki ke aunfong, Ac aunsifuk olalaek ke ohu uh.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Nga sarukla nuknuk luk ah tari; Mwe mea nga in sifil nuknukyang? Nga ohlla niuk tari; Mwe mea ngan sifil akfohkfokyela?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
El su nga pwar se el isongang paol nu in mutunoa, Ac nga pulakin pwar na yohk insiuk.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
Nga tukakek in ikasla elan utyak. Pouk mosrweyukla ke myrrh, Ac kufinpouk ke sronin myrrh Ke nga saplakang nu ke mwe ikak ke srungul uh.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Nga ikasla srungul uh nu sel su nga lungse, Tuh el nu som tari. Nga lukunna mulalla ke nga tia lohngak pusracl! Nga sokol tuh tia ku in konalak; Nga pangnol, a el tia topukyu.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Mwet topang su forfor taran siti uh elos liyeyuyak. Elos puokyuwi ac kanteyuwi; Mwet liyaung pot uh elos tulakunla nuknuk se ma afinyu.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Kowos mutan Jerusalem, wulema nu sik Lah kowos fin konauk el su nga lungse, Kowos ac fahkang nu sel lah nga kuf na pwaye ke nunkeyal.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
Kom su oaskulana inmasrlon mutan uh, Ya mukul se ingan sie liki na mukul nukewa? Mea se arulana wo kacl uh Ku kut in orek wulela nu sum kac?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Mukul se nga lungse inge el ku ac fokoko finsroa; Inmasrlon mukul nukewa, wangin sie oana el.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Mutal oana wolana lun gold uh; Aunsifal makoskos Ac sroalsroal oana sie won raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Atronmutal kato oana wuleoa sisken sie unon in kof, Wuleoa ma fasrfasr oana milk, ac tu pe infacl srisrik uh.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Foulin likintupal keng oana sie ima Ma sessela ke mahsrik ac ma keng uh. Ngoasrol oana kiuf uh, Ma sroksrok ke sronin myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Wo lumweyen paol, Ac el ringkin ring ma yunla ke wek saok. Manol fwel oana fweliyen ivory Ma naweyuk ke eot sapphire.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Nial oana sru orekla ke eot alabaster Ma loangeyukyak ke gold. Woiyen lumahl oana Fineol in acn Lebanon, Ac ku oana sak cedar we.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Emwem oalul ke nga ngok uh, Ac nga lungse ma nukewa kacl. Mutan Jerusalem, Pa inge luman kawuk luk su nga lungse.
