Zaburi 65
1 Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Wer. Pak riti e dala mar Sayun, yaye Nyasaye, wabiro rito singruokwa duto.
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
2 Yaye in miwinjo lamo, in ema ji duto biro biro iri.
Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
3 Kane richowa turowa, iweyonwa kethowa.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
4 Joma iyiero gin joma ogwedhi, jogo ma ikelo machiegni mondo odag e hekalu mari! Gik mabeyo mowuok e odi oromowa chuth, mana gigo moa e hekalu mari maler.
O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
5 Idwokowa gi timbe madongo makare, yaye Nyasaye ma Jawarwa, yaye geno mar piny koni gi koni kendo mar nembe man maboyo mogik,
By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
6 in mane iloso gode gi tekoni iwuon kane imanori gi teko,
Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
7 in mane imiyo nembe olingʼ, wuo mar apaka margi, kod koko mag ogendini.
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
8 Joma odak kuonde maboyo oluoro timbeni miwuoro, imiyo ji werni gimor, kuma okinyi yaworee kendo odhiambo rumoe.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
9 Irito piny kendo iolone pi, imiyo obedo momew moromo chuth. Aore mag Nyasaye opongʼ gi pi mamiyo ji bedo gi cham, nimar kamano e kaka ne ichano chon.
Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
10 Ipuro puothene kendo iloso oparane duto. Imiyo puothene bedo mangʼich, kendo igwedhe gi cham.
Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
11 Igwedho higa gi cham mogundho, kendo gechegi mwandu opongʼo.
Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
12 Pewe motimo lum mag piny ongoro ngʼich oromo; kendo gode opongʼ gi mor.
Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
13 Lek duto jamni kwaye ka giwinjo maber kendo holni cham mochiek odhure; gikok gimor kendo giwer.
Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
