Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Mano kaka ijaber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka ijaber! Wengeni neno mamuol ka akuru. Yie wiyi chalo gi kweth mag diek, malor koa e Got Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Lekeni tar mana ka kweth mag rombe makoro eka oliel yiegi kendo mowuok kar luok. Moro ka moro wuotho gi nyithinde ma rude, kendo onge moro man kende.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
Pien dhogi chalo gi law marakwaro; kendo dhogi ber ahinya. Lembi moum gi law yom machalo mana gi olemo mongʼinore.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Ngʼuti chalo gi osuch Daudi, mochungʼ tir gi chia; kuode alufu achiel oliero kuome, ma kargi duto gin kuodi mag jokedo.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Thundeni chalo gi nyithi mwanda ariyo maromre adier gichalo gi nyithind mwanda ma rude, makwayo e kind ondanyo.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Ka piny oseyawore kendo rumbi oserumo, eka abiro dhi ewi got kuma gik madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar yudoree kendo nyaka ewi gode matindo miwangʼoe ubani.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
Ijaber e yore duto, jaherana; onge mbala moro amora e dendi.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Yaye jaherana, bi wadhi kodi ka waa e got Lebanon, adier bi koda walor ka waa Lebanon. Lor piny ia e chuny got Amana, lor ia ewi got mar Senir gi Hermon, wuog e bur sibuoche kendo wuog ewi got kama kwach oloko miechgi.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Yaye jaherana, ka aneno kaka ingʼiya, kod tigo malich miliero e ngʼuti, to chunya rumo.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
Mano kaka herani miya mor, yaye osiepna, ma ahero; mano kaka herani kelo mor mangʼeny moloyo divai, kendo ngʼwe ngʼar moloyo modhi mamoko duto!
11 Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Yaye jaherana, pien dhogi mit ka mor kich; lewi chalona chak kata mor kich. Lewni mirwako dungʼ tik mamit mana ka tik mamit mar got Lebanon.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Yaye jaherana, ichalo gi puodho mochiel; kendo ka soko molor dhoge modin motegno.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Yiende madongo e puothi gin olembe mongʼinore, molembegi beyo, kendo mit kaka olemb hena kod nad.
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Gin olembe mopogore opogore kaka nad kod safron, gi kalmas kod sinamon, kod yedhe mangʼwe ngʼar, kaka ubani gi mane-mane, kod apilo mamit mag tedo.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Ichalo gi puodho ma thidhna ni e iye, bende ichalo gi soko mar pi mamol, kendo ichalo gi aore mamol kawuok ewi gode mag Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Wuogi ka ikudho, in yamb nyandwat, bende in yamb milambo kudhi! Kudhi e puotha, mondo tikne okere malach. We jaherana koro obi odonji e puothe kendo obil olembene moyiedhi kendo mamit.
