Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Zaburi mar Daudi, kane oringo oa ir wuode Abisalom. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mano kaka wasika thoth! Mano kaka joma lawa ngʼeny!
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
To In e okumbana mogengʼa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; In ema imiyo alocho, kendo isetingʼo wiya malo.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Aa malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Resa, yaye Nyasacha! Tur chok lemb wasika duto; Muk leke joma timbegi richo.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
