Song of Solomon 2
1 [SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
An maua madungʼ tik mamit mag Sharon, bende an ondanyo madongo e holo.
2 [HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
Mana ka ondanyo motwi e dier kuthe e kaka jaherana chalo e dier nyiri.
3 [SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
Mana kaka yiend olemo mayom manie dier yiende mamoko mag bungu, e kaka jaherana chalo e dier chwo matindo. Amor ka abet e tipone, kendo olembe milimili e dhoga.
4 He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
Osetera e od budho mare, kendo herane oliero e wiya ka bendera.
5 Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
Miya jip gi olemb mzabibu mosemo e chiengʼ, duog chunya gi olemo mayom, nikech hera onura.
6 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
Bade ma koracham oteno wiya to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
7 [HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
8 [SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Lingʼane, awinjo dwond jaherana kabiro! Kochikore ewi gode kobiro, kendo obiro kolengʼore ewi gode matindo.
9 Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
Jaherana chalo gi mwanda manie thim. Nene kaka ochungʼ e tok ohinga, kongʼicho gie dirise manie kor ohinga, kendo kongʼicho gie bath dirisa.
10 Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
Jaherana nowuoyo kendo nowachona niya, “Aa malo jaherana, bi wadhiyo, yaye jaber.
11 For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
Ndalo chwiri osekalo; koth osechok kendo oserumo.
12 The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;
Maua osechako thiewo e puothe; kinde mag wer osechopo, ndalo ma akuch oduglani werie mamit koro winjore e gwengʼwa.
13 The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
Yiend ngʼowu golo olembene mokwongo; thiepe mag mzabibu keyo tikgi mamit. Aa malo ibi, jaherana; bi mondo wadhiyo, yaye jaber.”
14 [HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
Yaye akucha manie buche manie kor lwanda; kuonde mopondo manie kor gode, yie aneye wangʼi, kendo yie awinjie dwondi; nimar dwondi mit, kendo wangʼi ber neno.
15 [BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
Maknwauru nyithind bwe ma pod tindo, maketho puothewa mag mzabibu; nikech dipo ka giketho mzabibuwa mosechako thiewo.
16 [SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
Jaherana en mara kendo an mare; odongo maber e dier ondanyo.
17 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
Nyaka chop piny yawre kendo tipo mag gik moko lal, duog ira, jaherana, mana kaka mwanda gi le mamoko ringo kadok e gode.
