Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Kom su kato oemeet inmasrlon mutan uh, Mukul se kom lungse ingan som nu oya? Fahkma nu sesr lah el fahsr nu ya, Kut in mau ku in kasrekom sokolak.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Kuiyuk el som nu ke ima lal, Yen sak keng uh kapak we. El som kite un sheep natul in ima sac, Ac kinkin ros kiuf.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.
Mukul se nga lungse inge ma na luk, ac nga ma na lal. El mukena kite un kosro natul inmasrlon ros kiuf uh.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Mutan saok sik, kom arulana oasku oana acn Jerusalem, Kom kato oana siti fulat Tirzah, Oaskuiyom mwe kaksak ac arulana insewowo in liyeyuk.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Furokla motom likiyu; Ngetma lom an oru nga kofla in oru kutena ma. Aunsifom sroalsroal ac srosro oana un nani uh Ke ac putati fineol Gilead me.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.
Wihsum fasrfasr oana sheep Ma tufahna kalkulla ac owola. Tia soko selos fulukla; Nufonna arulana fas, ac kais soko oasr lainya.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Likintupom srusrsrusrame ye nuknuk minini lisringyen motom an.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Mansis finne oasr kasra onngoul ac mutan kulansap oalngoul kial tokosra, Wi mutan fusr puspis saya su tia ku in oekyukla.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Tusruktu mutan sefanna pa nga lungse uh, El arulana wo ac kato, oana sie wuleoa. El mutan sefanna nutin nina kial uh, Ac nina kial el kuloel. Mutan nukewa liyal ac kaksakunul; Kasra ac mutan kulansap kien tokosra elos yuk on in kaksak kacl.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Su mutan se inge, ku ngetngeta uh oana kalmen lotu uh? El arulana oasku ac saromrom, Ac srekuti oana faht uh ku malem uh.
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Nga oatula inmasrlon sak almond uh In tuh liye sak fusr ma kap infahlfal uh, Ac liye sra sasu ke mah orak uh, Ac ros ma farengelik ke sak pomegranate.
12 Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Nga rrarakkom oru nga tufalak ke lungse luk uh, Oana sie mwet utuk chariot ke el ac rarala nu ke mweun uh.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Mutan fusr Shulam se ingan, foloko, foloko, Tuh nga in ku in tuni kom. Verse Lun Mutan Se Efu ku kom lungse tuniyu Ke nga tacn inmasrlon mwet su takla tacn inge?
