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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness 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 taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4 El su nga pwar se el isongang paol nu in mutunoa, Ac nga pulakin pwar na yohk insiuk.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded 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 to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on 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 opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
7 Mwet topang su forfor taran siti uh elos liyeyuyak. Elos puokyuwi ac kanteyuwi; Mwet liyaung pot uh elos tulakunla nuknuk se ma afinyu.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
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, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with 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?
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10 Mukul se nga lungse inge el ku ac fokoko finsroa; Inmasrlon mukul nukewa, wangin sie oana el.
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11 Mutal oana wolana lun gold uh; Aunsifal makoskos Ac sroalsroal oana sie won raven.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, 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 doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
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 like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid 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 rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work 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 set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as 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 mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
