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!
Fong nukewa ke nga oan fin mwe oan kiuk uh Nga nunkal su nga lungse yohk; Nga sokol, ac tia ku in konalak.
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.
Nga ac tukakek ac som forfor in siti uh; Nga ac fahsr sasla inkanek nukewa Ac sokol su nga lungse yohk. Na nga sokol, ac tia ku in konalak.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Mwet topang su forfor taran siti uh elos liyeyuyak. Na nga siyuk selos, “Kowos tiana liye kawuk se luk ah?”
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.
Nga tufahna som lukelos, na nga konalak. Nga sruokilya ac tia lungse fuhlella Nwe ke na nga pwanulla nu in lohm sin nina kiuk, Nu infukil se na nga tuh isusla we.
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!
Mutan Jerusalem, kowos in wulema nu sik Ke inen kosro mui ac kato inima uh, Lah kowos fah tia lusrong pacl in pwar lasr uh.
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?
Mea se fosryak yen mwesis uh me, oana sru in kulasr soko, Ac keng fohlo oana foulin myrrh ac franku Ma mwet kuka uh kukakin?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Solomon el a tuku ingo — utuk na el fin mwe muta lal uh; Mwet mweun onngoul pa atlol tuku. Elos pa solse ma ku oemeet inmasrlon mwet mweun lun Israel.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Elos nukewa pisrla ke orekmakinyen cutlass; Elos mwet na pah ke mweun uh. Kais sie selos us cutlass natul, Akola na nu ke kutena mwe lokoalok ma ac sikyak ke fong.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Utuk Tokosra Solomon fin sie mwe muta fulat, Su orekla ke sak ma wo oemeet 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.
Kosrusru kac uh nukla ke silver, Ac nuknuk akul uh ke gold oan fac. Ma loeyen mwe muta uh nukla ke nuknuk sroninmutuk, Su tutalla arulana wo sin mutan Jerusalem.
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!
Mutan in Zion, fahsru liyel Tokosra Solomon. El sunya tefuro se su nina kial tuh oakiya fin sifal Ke len in marut lal, Ke len in engan ac pwar lal.
