Zaburi 60
1 Kuom jatend wer. E dwol mar “Ondanyo mar singruok.” Miktam mar Daudi. Mar puonjo. Kane okedo gi Aram-Naharaim kod Aram Zoba, kendo kane Joab odwogo mi onego jo-Edom alufu apar gariyo e Holo mar Chumbi. Yaye Nyasaye, isedagiwa mi imuomori kuomwa; isebedo ka ikecho kodwa, to koro loswa!
For the leader. On shushan eduth. A michtam of David (for teaching), when he fought with Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and defeated twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have spurned and broken us, routing us in your wrath – restore us!
2 Iseyiengo piny mi ibare diere ariyo, Los kuondene mosebarore, nikech oyiengni.
You have shaken the land and cleft it; heal its tottering breaches.
3 Isenyiso jogi kinde mag chandruok mapek; isemiyowa kongʼo mamiyo wakwangʼ.
You have made your people drink hardship, and given us wine of reeling.
4 To isechungo bandech loch ni joma oluori mondo oumgi ka oywanegi atungʼ. (Sela)
You have given those who fear you a banner, a rallying-place from the bow, (Selah)
5 Reswa kendo konywa gi lweti ma korachwich mondo joma ihero ogol e chandruok.
for the rescue of your beloved. Save by your right hand and answer us.
6 Nyasaye osewuoyo gie kare maler kowacho niya, “Abiro pogo Shekem ne ji, kendo abiro pimo ne ji Holo mar Sukoth.
God did solemnly swear: “As victor will I divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
7 Gilead en mara, Manase bende mara; Efraim en oguta mar lweny, to Juda en osimbona mar loch.
Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is the defence of my head, Judah my sceptre of rule,
8 Moab en besen mara mar luok, to Edom e kama amoe wuochena; Filistia ema akoke ka aseloyo lweny.”
Moab the pot that I wash in, Edom – I cast my shoe over it, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.”
9 En ngʼa mabiro kela e dala maduongʼ mochiel motegno? Ngʼa mabiro telona nyaka Edom?
O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
10 Donge in ema isedagiwa, yaye Nyasaye, kendo tinde ok idhi gi jolwenjwa e lweny?
Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
11 Miwa kony mondo walo wasikwa, nikech kony mar dhano onge tich.
Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
12 Wabiro loyo lweny ka Nyasaye nikodwa, kendo obiro nyono wasikwa piny.
With God we shall yet do bravely: he himself will tread down our foes.
