Psalms 144

1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:

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 strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.

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 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?

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 life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

Dhano chalo gi muya nono kendo ndalone chalo gi tipo makadho piyo.

5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.

Wuogi e polo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wuogi mondo ilor piny; lor piny imul gode, mondo gidhuol iro.

6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.

Or mil polo, mondo ike wasigu; dir aserni magi, mondo itiekgi.

7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;

Rie lweti koa e polo nyaka piny, mondo ikonya, kendo igola, e pige ma tekregi ngʼeny, kendo e lwet jopinje mamoko,

8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.

9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.

Abiro weroni wer manyien, yaye Nyasaye; abiro weroni wer mamit ka agoyoni thum man-gi tonde apar,

10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.

abiro werne Jal mamiyo ruodhi locho, kendo makonyo Daudi jatichne e dho ligangla mager.

11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

Konya kendo gola e lwet jopinje mamoko, ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.

12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;

Eka yawuotwa biro chalo gi yiende mayudo pi maber, kendo nyiwa biro chalo gi sirni modol maber mondo olich dala ruoth.

13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten 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 are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.

kendo rwedhi magwa biro ywayo misike mapek. Jokwoge ok nodonj e kundewa, bende ok noterwa e twech, kendo yoreyore ok nogo e gwengʼwa.

15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Ogwedh joma gigi gin adier kuomgi; kendo ogwedh jogo ma Nyasachgi en Jehova Nyasaye.