Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
Wer mamit moloyo wende moko nondiki gi ruoth Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Bi mondo inyodha gi dhogi, nikech herani kelo mor moloyo divai.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Modhi miwirorigo dungʼ mamit; kendo nyingi chalo gi mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma pukore oko. Kare mano emomiyo nyiri duto oheri!
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
Kawa idhi koda, waret piyo waa kae! Ruoth mondo odhi koda nyaka ei ode maiye. Osiepe Wail kendo chunywa mor kodi; wabiro pako herani moloyo divai. Nyako Gitimo gima kare ka gipuoyi!
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
An nyako ma dichol kendo ma jaber, yaye nyi Jerusalem, an dichol mana ka hembe mag Kedar, kendo mana ka pasia molier e hembe Solomon.
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
Kik uchaya nikech an dichol, nimar chiengʼ ema oseloko denda kamano. Yawuot minwa nokecho koda, mine giketa jarit puothegi mag mzabibu; to puotha awuon mar mzabibu to ne ajwangʼo.
7 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
Yaye jaherana, nyisane kuma ikwayoe jambi kod kuma iweye rombi mondo oyweyee odiechiengʼ tir. Angʼo momiyo dachal mana gi dhako moumo wangʼe e dier jamb osiepeni?
8 If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
Ka ok ingʼeyo, yaye jaber moloyo mon mamoko, lu bangʼ rombe kuonde ma gikwayoe, mondo ikwa nyidiek ma pod tindo e bath hembe mag jokwath.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
Jaherana, apimi mana gi faras madhako motwe but achiel kuom geche Farao.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Lembi nenore maber ka sitadi olierie; ngʼuti bende nenore maber ka olierie tigo ma nengogi tek.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
Wabiro losoni thiwni mag dhahabu, kod tigo mag fedha.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
Kane ruoth chiemo e mesane, mo mangʼwe ngʼar man-gi tik mamit nopongʼo ot kadonjo.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
Jaherana chalona gi mo mane-mane mobo matin ma nengone tek, mantie e kind thundena.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
Jaherana chalona maua maber mothiewo, moa e puoth mzabibu man En Gedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Mano kaka ijaber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka ijaber! Wengeni neno mamuol ka akuru.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Mano kaka iber, jaherana! Yaye, mano kaka berni olomba! Kendo kitandawa bende yom ka lum mangʼich.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Bepe mag tat odwa gin mag sida; kendo bede yien mokar mag obudo nobednwa tado.
