Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] 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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do 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 sent his hand from the network, 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 to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On 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 withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
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 who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with 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] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured 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] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Mukul se nga lungse inge el ku ac fokoko finsroa; Inmasrlon mukul nukewa, wangin sie oana el.
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Mutal oana wolana lun gold uh; Aunsifal makoskos Ac sroalsroal oana sie won raven.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
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 the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] 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 rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered 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 limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice 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 sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this 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.
