Song of Solomon 5
1 I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
Asebiro e puotha, yaye jaherana; asechoko ubani gi modhi madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar, asechamo pednina kaachiel kod mor kich mara; kendo asemadho divaina kod chak. Osiepe Yaye osiepena, chiemuru kendo methuru; yaye joherana, methuru ma romu.
2 Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
Ne anindo, to chunya ne neno. Lingʼ uwinji! Jaherana dwongʼo kowacho niya, “Yaye jaherana, yawna kendo winja maber, yaye jaherana mamuol mana ka akuru. Tho opongʼo wiya, kendo yie wiya opongʼ gi ngʼich mar otieno.”
3 I replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
Aselonyo lepa, koro idwaro ni achak arwakra kendo? Aselwoko tienda, koro idwaro ni achak anyon lowo kendo?
4 My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
Jaherana nosoyo lwete e otuchi mar dhoot; chunya nochako gwecho ka dware.
5 I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
Ne aa malo mondo ayawne jaherana, kendo lwetena ne ton mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma nengone tek. Morno ma nengone tek mane ni e lith lweta nomieno pata mar dhoot.
6 I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.
Ne ayawone jaherana, mi ayudo ka jaherana osewuok kendo osea! Chunya norumo kane odhi oyomba. Ne amanye, to ne ok ayude. Ne aluonge, to ne ok odwoka.
7 The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
Jorito noromo koda kane giwuotho gotieno e alwora mar dala. Ne gigoya marach ma gihinya; kendo jorito marichogo, ne omaya lawa!
8 Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.
Amiyou chik, un nyi Jerusalem ni ka uyudo jaherana, to ubiro nyise nangʼo? Nyiseuru ni hera ma aherego odwaro nega?
9 Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo duto? Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, momiyo imiyowa chik ma kamano?
10 My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
Jaherana rieny kendo rapudo, oloyo chwo alufu apar.
11 His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.
Wiye chalo dhahabu maler, yie wiye beyo kendo boyo, bende yie wiyego ratengʼ ka yie agak.
12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
Wengene chalo akuru mopiyo but aore mamol, moluoki gi chak, kendo ochan kaka kite ma nengogi tek.
13 His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.
Lembe chalo gi apilo mokuogi magolo suya mamit. Pien dhoge chalo ondanyo, ma mo madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar tonie.
14 His arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
Bedene chalo gi luth mar dhahabu, mokedi gi kite ma nengongi tek. Dende chalo gi lak liech moywe maler, mokedi gi kit safir.
15 His legs are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
Tiendene chalo gi sirni mag kit ombo mochungʼ e mise mag dhahabu maler. Onenore ka got mar Lebanon, kendo ongʼongʼore ka bepe sida mag Lebanon.
16 His mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
Mano kaka dhoge mit nyodho, kendo ober moloyo chwo mamoko. Mano e jaherana, mano e osiepna, yaye nyi Jerusalem.
