Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
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.
2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
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.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Dhano to en angʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, momiyo iketo chunyi kuome, koso wuod dhano to en angʼo, momiyo isiko ipare?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Dhano chalo gi muya nono kendo ndalone chalo gi tipo makadho piyo.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Wuogi e polo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wuogi mondo ilor piny; lor piny imul gode, mondo gidhuol iro.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Or mil polo, mondo ike wasigu; dir aserni magi, mondo itiekgi.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Rie lweti koa e polo nyaka piny, mondo ikonya, kendo igola, e pige ma tekregi ngʼeny, kendo e lwet jopinje mamoko,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
Abiro weroni wer manyien, yaye Nyasaye; abiro weroni wer mamit ka agoyoni thum man-gi tonde apar,
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
abiro werne Jal mamiyo ruodhi locho, kendo makonyo Daudi jatichne e dho ligangla mager.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Konya kendo gola e lwet jopinje mamoko, ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Eka yawuotwa biro chalo gi yiende mayudo pi maber, kendo nyiwa biro chalo gi sirni modol maber mondo olich dala ruoth.
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
Dechewa biro pongʼ gi kit mwandu duto. Rombewa biro medore gana gi gana, ee, gibiro bedo gana mathoth e lek magwa,
14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
kendo rwedhi magwa biro ywayo misike mapek. Jokwoge ok nodonj e kundewa, bende ok noterwa e twech, kendo yoreyore ok nogo e gwengʼwa.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Ogwedh joma gigi gin adier kuomgi; kendo ogwedh jogo ma Nyasachgi en Jehova Nyasaye.
