Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Wer. Pak riti e dala mar Sayun, yaye Nyasaye, wabiro rito singruokwa duto.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Yaye in miwinjo lamo, in ema ji duto biro biro iri.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Kane richowa turowa, iweyonwa kethowa.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Joma iyiero gin joma ogwedhi, jogo ma ikelo machiegni mondo odag e hekalu mari! Gik mabeyo mowuok e odi oromowa chuth, mana gigo moa e hekalu mari maler.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
Idwokowa gi timbe madongo makare, yaye Nyasaye ma Jawarwa, yaye geno mar piny koni gi koni kendo mar nembe man maboyo mogik,
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
in mane iloso gode gi tekoni iwuon kane imanori gi teko,
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
in mane imiyo nembe olingʼ, wuo mar apaka margi, kod koko mag ogendini.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Joma odak kuonde maboyo oluoro timbeni miwuoro, imiyo ji werni gimor, kuma okinyi yaworee kendo odhiambo rumoe.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
Irito piny kendo iolone pi, imiyo obedo momew moromo chuth. Aore mag Nyasaye opongʼ gi pi mamiyo ji bedo gi cham, nimar kamano e kaka ne ichano chon.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
Ipuro puothene kendo iloso oparane duto. Imiyo puothene bedo mangʼich, kendo igwedhe gi cham.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
Igwedho higa gi cham mogundho, kendo gechegi mwandu opongʼo.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
Pewe motimo lum mag piny ongoro ngʼich oromo; kendo gode opongʼ gi mor.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
Lek duto jamni kwaye ka giwinjo maber kendo holni cham mochiek odhure; gikok gimor kendo giwer.
