Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Ka dine ibedna owadwa mahie, mane wadhodhogo thuno achiel, to dine anyodhi, kapo ni ayudi oko, kendo onge ngʼama dine ochaya.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Dine amako badi, mi akeli nyaka e od minwa kama ne opuonjae. Dine amiyi divai moketie yedhe madungʼ tik mamit mondo imadhi; kendo dine amiyi olemo mongʼinore makwar.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Bade ma koracham oteno wiya, to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
Mano to ngʼa mabiro koa e piny motimo ongoro koyiengore kuom jaherane? Nyako Ne achiewe e bwo yadh olemo mayom; kanyo ema ne minu omake ichni, kendo kanyo ema ngʼat mane muoch okayo nonywolie.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
Para e chunyi kinde duto, kendo wiyi kik wil koda; nikech hera nigi teko mana ka tho, kendo nyiego ma hera nigo tut mana ka bur tho. Herano liel ka mach mabebni, kendo mana ka ligek mach maduongʼ. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
Pige mathoth ok nyal nego hera; kendo kata aore maringo ok nyal ywere. Ka dipo ni ngʼato dichiw mwandu duto mag ode mondo oyud hera, to mano dibed fuwo maduongʼ.
8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Wan gi nyaminwa moro matin, kendo thundene pok obedo madongo. Angʼo mwanyalo timone nyaminwa chiengʼ ma wuowi obiro dware?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
Ka dine bed ni en ohinga, to dine wagero osuch fedha kuome. To ka dine obed ni en dhoot, to dine walore gi thigo mar bap sida.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
An to an ohinga, kendo thundena ochungʼ, ka ohinga moger motingʼore gi malo. Kuom mano, asebedone wangʼ monenogo, kendo asemiyo obedo gi kwe.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Solomon ne nigi puoth mzabibu kama iluongo ni Baal Hamon; kendo ne oketo puotheno e lwet jopur. Moro ka moro kuomgi nonego chul Solomon kilo, apar gachiel gi nus mar fedha kuom olembene.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
An to an gi puotha awuon mar mzabibu; to in Solomon in to bed abeda gi kilo apar gachiel, gi nusgo miyudo kuom jopur, to un jopur un bende beduru abeda gi kilo, ariyo gi nusgo moyudo kuom poku.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
In midak e puothe mzabibu kaachiel gi osiepeni mabudhi, yie awinjie dwondi gie puodho kuno!
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Bi wadhi, jaherana, kendo chal gi mwanda kata le, mamoko manie thim mochungʼ ewi gode mopongʼ gi yedhe madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar.
