Zaburi 41
1 Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Ngʼama paro joma ok nyal en jahawi; Jehova Nyasaye rese ka chandruok omake.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
2 Jehova Nyasaye biro rite kendo biro miyo obed mangima; Jehova Nyasaye biro gwedhe e piny, kendo ok obi jwangʼe e lwet wasike.
Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!
3 Jehova Nyasaye biro rite e kitandane mar tuo midekre kendo obiro miyo oa malo e kitandane ka ohewore.
Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.
4 Ne awacho niya, “Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kecha; changa, nikech aseketho e nyimi.”
I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:
5 Wasika wuoyo kuoma ka chunygi rach koda, kagiwacho niya, “Obiro tho karangʼo mondo nyinge olal chuth?”
Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
6 Sa asaya ma ngʼato obiro nena, to owuondore ni owuoyo kuoma maber, to ei chunye to ofwambo weche, mondo okethgo nyinga eka oa odhi kendo okeyo wechego ne ji.
And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.
7 Wasika duto kuodho wach kuoma kaachiel kaka ginyalo hinya, chunygi paro gik maricho mogik mondo ohinya, kagiwacho niya,
Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.
8 “Tuo marach osekete piny; ok obi aa malo kama oninde.”
An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.
9 Koda ka osiepna mane ageno kuome, ngʼat mane chiemo koda, bende osendhoga.
Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!
10 To in, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie ikecha; chunga malo, mondo achulgi.
But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.
11 Angʼeyo ni chunyi mor koda, nimar jowasika ok loya.
Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.
12 Itingʼa malo nikech timna makare kendo ichunga e nyimi nyaka chiengʼ.
But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.
13 Pak ne Jehova Nyasaye, ma Nyasach Israel, nyaka chiengʼ kendo nyaka chiengʼ.
Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!
