Zaburi 144
1 Mar Daudi. Pak obed ni Jehova Nyasaye ma en Lwandana, pakeuru en motego lwetena ne lweny, kendo en momiyo lith lwetena bedo mongʼith e kedo.
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 En Nyasacha ma jahera kendo en ohingana, bende en kar pondona kendo en jakonyna. En okumbana ma agengʼorago, kendo en ema oloyona joma ni e bwoya.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 Dhano to en angʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, momiyo iketo chunyi kuome, koso wuod dhano to en angʼo, momiyo isiko ipare?
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Dhano chalo gi muya nono kendo ndalone chalo gi tipo makadho piyo.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Wuogi e polo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wuogi mondo ilor piny; lor piny imul gode, mondo gidhuol iro.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Or mil polo, mondo ike wasigu; dir aserni magi, mondo itiekgi.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7 Rie lweti koa e polo nyaka piny, mondo ikonya, kendo igola, e pige ma tekregi ngʼeny, kendo e lwet jopinje mamoko,
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 Abiro weroni wer manyien, yaye Nyasaye; abiro weroni wer mamit ka agoyoni thum man-gi tonde apar,
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 abiro werne Jal mamiyo ruodhi locho, kendo makonyo Daudi jatichne e dho ligangla mager.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11 Konya kendo gola e lwet jopinje mamoko, ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
12 Eka yawuotwa biro chalo gi yiende mayudo pi maber, kendo nyiwa biro chalo gi sirni modol maber mondo olich dala ruoth.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
13 Dechewa biro pongʼ gi kit mwandu duto. Rombewa biro medore gana gi gana, ee, gibiro bedo gana mathoth e lek magwa,
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 kendo rwedhi magwa biro ywayo misike mapek. Jokwoge ok nodonj e kundewa, bende ok noterwa e twech, kendo yoreyore ok nogo e gwengʼwa.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Ogwedh joma gigi gin adier kuomgi; kendo ogwedh jogo ma Nyasachgi en Jehova Nyasaye.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
