Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends. Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Asebiro e puotha, yaye jaherana; asechoko ubani gi modhi madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar, asechamo pednina kaachiel kod mor kich mara; kendo asemadho divaina kod chak. Osiepe Yaye osiepena, chiemuru kendo methuru; yaye joherana, methuru ma romu.
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."
Ne anindo, to chunya ne neno. Lingʼ uwinji! Jaherana dwongʼo kowacho niya, “Yaye jaherana, yawna kendo winja maber, yaye jaherana mamuol mana ka akuru. Tho opongʼo wiya, kendo yie wiya opongʼ gi ngʼich mar otieno.”
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
Aselonyo lepa, koro idwaro ni achak arwakra kendo? Aselwoko tienda, koro idwaro ni achak anyon lowo kendo?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Jaherana nosoyo lwete e otuchi mar dhoot; chunya nochako gwecho ka dware.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ne aa malo mondo ayawne jaherana, kendo lwetena ne ton mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma nengone tek. Morno ma nengone tek mane ni e lith lweta nomieno pata mar dhoot.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
Ne ayawone jaherana, mi ayudo ka jaherana osewuok kendo osea! Chunya norumo kane odhi oyomba. Ne amanye, to ne ok ayude. Ne aluonge, to ne ok odwoka.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Jorito noromo koda kane giwuotho gotieno e alwora mar dala. Ne gigoya marach ma gihinya; kendo jorito marichogo, ne omaya lawa!
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Amiyou chik, un nyi Jerusalem ni ka uyudo jaherana, to ubiro nyise nangʼo? Nyiseuru ni hera ma aherego odwaro nega?
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo duto? Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, momiyo imiyowa chik ma kamano?
10 My beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
Jaherana rieny kendo rapudo, oloyo chwo alufu apar.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Wiye chalo dhahabu maler, yie wiye beyo kendo boyo, bende yie wiyego ratengʼ ka yie agak.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Wengene chalo akuru mopiyo but aore mamol, moluoki gi chak, kendo ochan kaka kite ma nengogi tek.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Lembe chalo gi apilo mokuogi magolo suya mamit. Pien dhoge chalo ondanyo, ma mo madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar tonie.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Bedene chalo gi luth mar dhahabu, mokedi gi kite ma nengongi tek. Dende chalo gi lak liech moywe maler, mokedi gi kit safir.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Tiendene chalo gi sirni mag kit ombo mochungʼ e mise mag dhahabu maler. Onenore ka got mar Lebanon, kendo ongʼongʼore ka bepe sida mag Lebanon.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Mano kaka dhoge mit nyodho, kendo ober moloyo chwo mamoko. Mano e jaherana, mano e osiepna, yaye nyi Jerusalem.
