Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
Otieno duto kane an e kitandana, ne amanyo ngʼat ma chunya ohero; ne amanye to ne ok ayude.
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 didn’t find him.
Koro abiro aa malo kendo abiro wuotho koni gi koni e dala, abiro menyo e yore kod kuonde duto mopondo mag dala; abiro manyo ngʼat ma chunya ohero. Omiyo ne amanye to ne ok ayude.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Jorito mag dala noyuda ka girito dala, mine apenjogi niya “Bende usenenonae ngʼat ma chunya ohero?”
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 room of her who conceived me.
Gikanyono, kane pok asudo mabor kodgi, ne ayudo ngʼat ma chunya ohero. Ne amake matek, kendo ne adagi weye thuolo mondo odhi mine akele nyaka e od minwa, kama ne onywolae.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
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?
Mano to ngʼa mabiro koa e piny motimo ongoro machalo ka iro madhwolore, mowirore gi modhi mangʼwe ngʼar, kendo molosi gi gik madungʼ mangʼwe ngʼar mag jo-ohala madongo?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Neuru, en gach Solomon, kikowe gi jolweny piero auchiel, ma gin jo-Israel maroteke,
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.
giduto gimanore gi ligangla, giduto gilony e kedo, ka ngʼato ka ngʼato nigi liganglane e bathe, koikore ne gik mabwogo ji gotieno.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Ruoth Solomon noloso garino ne en owuon; nolose gi bepe moa Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Sirnige noloso gi fedha, to pinyne noloso gi dhahabu, kombene ne olicho gi nanga maralik, dier iye to nyi Jerusalem noumo gihera mogundho.
11 Go out, 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.
Wuoguru oko, un nyi Sayun, wuoguru uneye Ruoth Solomon korwako osimbone mar loch, osimbo mar loch mane min mare osidhone, chiengʼ mane otimo arus, chiengʼno mane chunye oil.
