Song of Solomon 5
1 [HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye 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 [SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture 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 put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
Aselonyo lepa, koro idwaro ni achak arwakra kendo? Aselwoko tienda, koro idwaro ni achak anyon lowo kendo?
4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
Jaherana nosoyo lwete e otuchi mar dhoot; chunya nochako gwecho ka dware.
5 I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
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 myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
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 were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off 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, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
Amiyou chik, un nyi Jerusalem ni ka uyudo jaherana, to ubiro nyise nangʼo? Nyiseuru ni hera ma aherego odwaro nega?
9 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured 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 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
Jaherana rieny kendo rapudo, oloyo chwo alufu apar.
11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
Wiye chalo dhahabu maler, yie wiye beyo kendo boyo, bende yie wiyego ratengʼ ka yie agak.
12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
Wengene chalo akuru mopiyo but aore mamol, moluoki gi chak, kendo ochan kaka kite ma nengogi tek.
13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
Lembe chalo gi apilo mokuogi magolo suya mamit. Pien dhoge chalo ondanyo, ma mo madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar tonie.
14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered 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, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as 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, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Mano kaka dhoge mit nyodho, kendo ober moloyo chwo mamoko. Mano e jaherana, mano e osiepna, yaye nyi Jerusalem.
