Psalms 45
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
Kuom jatend wer. Gi dwol mar “Ondanyo.” Maskil mar yawuot Kora. Wend Arus. Chunya bedo mamor gi wer mamit e kinde mawero Zaburi maga ne Ruoth; kendo lewa chalo kalamb jandiko mongʼith.
2 You are the most handsome of men; grace has anointed your lips, since God has blessed you forever.
In ema iber moloyo chwo mamoko kendo dhogi owir gi ngʼwono, nikech Nyasaye osegwedhi nyaka chiengʼ.
3 Strap your sword at your side, O mighty warrior; appear in your majesty and splendor.
Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.
4 In your splendor ride forth in victory on behalf of truth and humility and justice; may your right hand show your awesome deeds.
E duongʼni nyisri ayanga kaka jalocho mochungʼ ni adiera gi muolo kod tim makare; lweti ma korachwich mondo onyis timbeni miwuoro.
5 Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.
Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.
6 Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever, and justice is the scepter of Your kingdom.
Lochni nosik nyaka chiengʼ, yaye Nyasaye; kendo tim makare ema nobed kaka ludh loch e pinyruodhi.
7 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you above your companions with the oil of joy.
Ihero tim makare to imon gi timbe maricho; emomiyo Nyasaye, ma Nyasachi, osetingʼi malo moyombo jowadu nikech osewiri gi mo mamiyi mor.
8 All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.
Lepi maboyo duto dungʼ tik mane-mane gi poda kod kasia; moa e ute ruodhi molichi gi lak liech. Wende mindito gi gig wer miyi mor.
9 The daughters of kings are among your honored women; the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.
Nyi ruodhi ni e kanyakla mag mondi moluor; mikach ruoth ni e bathi korachwich korwakore gi dhahabu mogol Ofir.
10 Listen, O daughter! Consider and incline your ear: Forget your people and your father’s house,
Winji nyara, bed mos, kendo chik iti: Gol pachi kuom jou kaachiel gi jood wuonu monywoli.
11 and the king will desire your beauty; bow to him, for he is your lord.
Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.
12 The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; men of wealth will seek your favor.
Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.
13 All glorious is the princess in her chamber; her gown is embroidered with gold.
Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.
14 In colorful garments she is led to the king; her virgin companions are brought before you.
Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.
15 They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.
Irwakogi e ot gi ilo kod mor maduongʼ; gidonjo e dala ruoth.
16 Your sons will succeed your fathers; you will make them princes throughout the land.
Yawuoti biro kawo kar wuonegi; ibiro ketogi ruodhi e piny duto koni gi koni.
17 I will commemorate your name through all generations; therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.
Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.
