Zaburi 40
1 Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Ne arito Jehova Nyasaye ka ahora mos; ne odwogo ira mi owinjo ywakna.
To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
2 Ne oywaya oko e bur motimo otodo, ne ogola e chwodho gi thidhna. Ne oketo tiendena e lwanda kendo nomiya kama otegno mondo achungie.
So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
3 Ne oketo wer manyien e dhoga, en wer mipakogo Nyasachwa. Ji mangʼeny biro neno mi gibed maluor kendo gibiro keto genogi kuom Jehova Nyasaye.
Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
4 Ngʼat moketo Jehova Nyasaye kaka kar geno mare en ngʼat mogwedhi, ngʼat ma ok many kony kuom josunga, bende ok omany kony kuom joma lokore mondo olam nyiseche mag miriambo.
How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
5 Ranyisi misetimo thoth, yaye Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasacha. Gigo mane ichanonwa onge ngʼama nyalo kwanoni; ka dine bed ni wanyalo wuoyo kuomgi; to dine gibedo mangʼeny ma ok wanyal wacho.
Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
6 Misengini kod chiwo ok ema ne idwaro to ita ema iseyawo; misengini miwangʼo pep kod chiwo mag golo richo ne ok idwaro.
Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
7 Eka nawacho niya, “Eri an ka, asebiro mana kaka ondiki kuoma e Muma.
Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
8 Chunya dwaro timo dwaroni, yaye Nyasacha; chikni ni ei chunya.”
To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
9 Alando tim makare e chokruok maduongʼ; ok aumo dhoga, mana kaka ingʼeyo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye.
I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
10 Ok apando timni makare e chunya; to awuoyo kuom adierani gi warruokni. Ok apando herani gi adierani ni chokruok maduongʼ.
Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
11 Kik itamri kecha, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; mad herani gi adierani osik ka rita.
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
12 Nikech chandruok mokalo akwana olwora; richona osejuka kendo ok anyal neno. Gingʼeny moloyo yie wiya, kendo chunya onyosore gie iya.
For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
13 Bed mamor, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mondo iresa. Bi piyo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mondo ikonya.
Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
14 Mad ji duto madwaro ketho ngimana wigi kuodi kendo pachgi olal; mad ji duto ma chunygi gombona tho oriemb kadok gi wich okuot.
Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
15 Mad joma nyiera niya, “Haa! Haa!” Ngʼengʼ ka gineno wichkuot.
Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
16 To mad ji duto madwari bed moil kendo mamor kuomi; mad joma ohero warruok mari osik kawacho niya, “Jehova Nyasaye mondo oyud duongʼ!”
Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
17 Anto adhier kendo achando, mad Ruoth Nyasaye parae. In e jakonyna kendo jawarna; in e Nyasacha, kik ideki.
But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
