Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
Otieno duto kane an e kitandana, ne amanyo ngʼat ma chunya ohero; ne amanye to ne ok ayude.
2 Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
Koro abiro aa malo kendo abiro wuotho koni gi koni e dala, abiro menyo e yore kod kuonde duto mopondo mag dala; abiro manyo ngʼat ma chunya ohero. Omiyo ne amanye to ne ok ayude.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Jorito mag dala noyuda ka girito dala, mine apenjogi niya “Bende usenenonae ngʼat ma chunya ohero?”
4 But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Gikanyono, kane pok asudo mabor kodgi, ne ayudo ngʼat ma chunya ohero. Ne amake matek, kendo ne adagi weye thuolo mondo odhi mine akele nyaka e od minwa, kama ne onywolae.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Mano to ngʼa mabiro koa e piny motimo ongoro machalo ka iro madhwolore, mowirore gi modhi mangʼwe ngʼar, kendo molosi gi gik madungʼ mangʼwe ngʼar mag jo-ohala madongo?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Neuru, en gach Solomon, kikowe gi jolweny piero auchiel, ma gin jo-Israel maroteke,
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
giduto gimanore gi ligangla, giduto gilony e kedo, ka ngʼato ka ngʼato nigi liganglane e bathe, koikore ne gik mabwogo ji gotieno.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Ruoth Solomon noloso garino ne en owuon; nolose gi bepe moa Lebanon.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Sirnige noloso gi fedha, to pinyne noloso gi dhahabu, kombene ne olicho gi nanga maralik, dier iye to nyi Jerusalem noumo gihera mogundho.
11 Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Wuoguru oko, un nyi Sayun, wuoguru uneye Ruoth Solomon korwako osimbone mar loch, osimbo mar loch mane min mare osidhone, chiengʼ mane otimo arus, chiengʼno mane chunye oil.
