Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that 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 of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
To In e okumbana mogengʼa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; In ema imiyo alocho, kendo isetingʼo wiya malo.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Aa malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Resa, yaye Nyasacha! Tur chok lemb wasika duto; Muk leke joma timbegi richo.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
