On Lal Solomon 5
1 Mutan se su saok sik, su nga ako in payuk se, Nga utyak nu in ima luk. Nga kunsani mwe akkeng luk wi myrrh; Nga engankin eman honey luk ma oan in nien honey uh; Ac nga nim wain ac milk nimuk. Komtal mwet kawuk luo an, mongo ac nim Nwe ke na komtal mutkakinya lungse lomtal!
I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my sugar-cane with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, ye companions; drink, yea, drink abundantly, ye friends.—
2 Ke nga oan in motul, insiuk ngetnget na. Oana ngan lohng mu el su nga lungse el towol srungul uh. Ikasla nga in utyak, mutan su saok sik, Kom su kuiyuk, ac oana wuleoa nutik. Insifuk sroksroki ke aunfong, Ac aunsifuk olalaek ke ohu uh.
I slept, but my heart was awake: [there was] the voice of my beloved that knocked, “Open for me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my guiltless one; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.”
3 Nga sarukla nuknuk luk ah tari; Mwe mea nga in sifil nuknukyang? Nga ohlla niuk tari; Mwe mea ngan sifil akfohkfokyela?
I have put off my coat: how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet: how shall I defile them?
4 El su nga pwar se el isongang paol nu in mutunoa, Ac nga pulakin pwar na yohk insiuk.
My friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.
5 Nga tukakek in ikasla elan utyak. Pouk mosrweyukla ke myrrh, Ac kufinpouk ke sronin myrrh Ke nga saplakang nu ke mwe ikak ke srungul uh.
I rose up myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 Nga ikasla srungul uh nu sel su nga lungse, Tuh el nu som tari. Nga lukunna mulalla ke nga tia lohngak pusracl! Nga sokol tuh tia ku in konalak; Nga pangnol, a el tia topukyu.
I indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 Mwet topang su forfor taran siti uh elos liyeyuyak. Elos puokyuwi ac kanteyuwi; Mwet liyaung pot uh elos tulakunla nuknuk se ma afinyu.
Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.
8 Kowos mutan Jerusalem, wulema nu sik Lah kowos fin konauk el su nga lungse, Kowos ac fahkang nu sel lah nga kuf na pwaye ke nunkeyal.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—
9 Kom su oaskulana inmasrlon mutan uh, Ya mukul se ingan sie liki na mukul nukewa? Mea se arulana wo kacl uh Ku kut in orek wulela nu sum kac?
What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—
10 Mukul se nga lungse inge el ku ac fokoko finsroa; Inmasrlon mukul nukewa, wangin sie oana el.
My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
11 Mutal oana wolana lun gold uh; Aunsifal makoskos Ac sroalsroal oana sie won raven.
His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, and black as a raven.
12 Atronmutal kato oana wuleoa sisken sie unon in kof, Wuleoa ma fasrfasr oana milk, ac tu pe infacl srisrik uh.
His eyes are like [those of] doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.
13 Foulin likintupal keng oana sie ima Ma sessela ke mahsrik ac ma keng uh. Ngoasrol oana kiuf uh, Ma sroksrok ke sronin myrrh.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as turrets of sweet perfumes: his lips, like lilies, dropping with fluid myrrh.
14 Wo lumweyen paol, Ac el ringkin ring ma yunla ke wek saok. Manol fwel oana fweliyen ivory Ma naweyuk ke eot sapphire.
His hands are like wheels of gold beset with the chrysolite: his body, an image made of ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Nial oana sru orekla ke eot alabaster Ma loangeyukyak ke gold. Woiyen lumahl oana Fineol in acn Lebanon, Ac ku oana sak cedar we.
His legs are like pillars of marble, resting upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent like the cedars.
16 Emwem oalul ke nga ngok uh, Ac nga lungse ma nukewa kacl. Mutan Jerusalem, Pa inge luman kawuk luk su nga lungse.
His palate is full of sweets, and every thing in him is agreeable. This is my friend, and this is my beloved, O daughters of Jerusalem.—
