Psalms 144

1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;

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 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people 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 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought 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 to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

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

5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;

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

6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:

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

7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,

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

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

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

9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

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

10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

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

11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

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

12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of 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 granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

Dechewa biro pongʼ gi kit mwandu duto. Rombewa biro medore gana gi gana, ee, gibiro bedo gana mathoth e lek magwa,

14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry 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 the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!

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