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1 Kom su kato oemeet inmasrlon mutan uh, Mukul se kom lungse ingan som nu oya? Fahkma nu sesr lah el fahsr nu ya, Kut in mau ku in kasrekom sokolak.
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 Kuiyuk el som nu ke ima lal, Yen sak keng uh kapak we. El som kite un sheep natul in ima sac, Ac kinkin ros kiuf.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Mukul se nga lungse inge ma na luk, ac nga ma na lal. El mukena kite un kosro natul inmasrlon ros kiuf uh.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4 Mutan saok sik, kom arulana oasku oana acn Jerusalem, Kom kato oana siti fulat Tirzah, Oaskuiyom mwe kaksak ac arulana insewowo in liyeyuk.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Furokla motom likiyu; Ngetma lom an oru nga kofla in oru kutena ma. Aunsifom sroalsroal ac srosro oana un nani uh Ke ac putati fineol Gilead me.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Wihsum fasrfasr oana sheep Ma tufahna kalkulla ac owola. Tia soko selos fulukla; Nufonna arulana fas, ac kais soko oasr lainya.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
7 Likintupom srusrsrusrame ye nuknuk minini lisringyen motom an.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 Mansis finne oasr kasra onngoul ac mutan kulansap oalngoul kial tokosra, Wi mutan fusr puspis saya su tia ku in oekyukla.
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 Tusruktu mutan sefanna pa nga lungse uh, El arulana wo ac kato, oana sie wuleoa. El mutan sefanna nutin nina kial uh, Ac nina kial el kuloel. Mutan nukewa liyal ac kaksakunul; Kasra ac mutan kulansap kien tokosra elos yuk on in kaksak kacl.
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 Su mutan se inge, ku ngetngeta uh oana kalmen lotu uh? El arulana oasku ac saromrom, Ac srekuti oana faht uh ku malem uh.
Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 Nga oatula inmasrlon sak almond uh In tuh liye sak fusr ma kap infahlfal uh, Ac liye sra sasu ke mah orak uh, Ac ros ma farengelik ke sak pomegranate.
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Nga rrarakkom oru nga tufalak ke lungse luk uh, Oana sie mwet utuk chariot ke el ac rarala nu ke mweun uh.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
13 Mutan fusr Shulam se ingan, foloko, foloko, Tuh nga in ku in tuni kom. Verse Lun Mutan Se Efu ku kom lungse tuniyu Ke nga tacn inmasrlon mwet su takla tacn inge?
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

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