Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
Mano kaka tiendeni beyo kirwako pat pat, yaye nyar joka ruoth! Tiendeni pichni ka kite ma nengogi tek, ka gima jopecho molony ema opayo.
2 Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Pendi ogomo ka wend agwata, ma divai moru maber ok rumie. Nungoni chalo pidh ngano mochok kaachiel, ma ondanyo olworo koni gi koni.
3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Thundeni chalo gi nyithind mwanda ariyo, gichalo gi nyithind mwanda ma rude.
4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Ngʼuti chalo gi kar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo molos gi lak liech. Wengeni nyawni ka pi Yawo mar Heshbon but rangach mar Bath Rabim. Umi chalo gi kar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo mar Lebanon momanyore gi Damaski.
5 Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Wiyi miyi duongʼ mana ka Got Karmel, yie wiyi to ochanore ka orengo mar ruoth, kendo omako pach ruoth.
6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
Mano kaka ijaber kendo imiya mor, mano kaka imora, yaye jaherana!
7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
Dendi odongo mana ka othith, to thundi to chalo mana ka olemo, mogudore kanyachiel.
8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
Ne awacho niya, “Abiro lwenyo yiend othith; nyaka amak olembe gi lweta.” Mad thundeni chal gi olemb, mzabibu mochokore kanyachiel, to tik mar muchi chal gi olemo mayom,
9 And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
kendo dhogi chal mana gi divai mamit. Nyako Mad divai lor mos e dwond jaherana, kamol mos e kind lewe kod lekene komadhe.
10 I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
An mar jaherana, kendo gombone ni kuoma.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Bi, jaherana, bi wadhi waba ei gwengʼ, kendo wanind oko e bunge.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
Bi wamondi gokinyi wadhi, e puothe mzabibu mondo wangʼiane, ka mzabibu oseolo, bende wangʼiane ka gisechako thiewo, kendo ka olembe mongʼinore oselokore makwar; kuno, ema abiro miyie herana.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
Kuno ema inyalo winjoe tik mar mandrake, kendo e odwa kanyo okanni gik mamit, motingʼo gik machon gi manyien, ma asebedo ka akanoni, yaye jaherana.
