Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Mwet topang su forfor taran siti uh elos liyeyuyak. Na nga siyuk selos, “Kowos tiana liye kawuk se luk ah?”
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices 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 Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men 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 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the 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 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Utuk Tokosra Solomon fin sie mwe muta fulat, Su orekla ke sak ma wo oemeet Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness 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.
