Psalms 57
1 Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away.
Kuom jatend wer. E dwond “Kik iketh gik moko.” Miktam mar Daudi. Kane oringone Saulo mi opondo e rogo. Kecha, yaye Nyasaye, yie ikecha nikech kuomi ema chunya yudoe kar pondo. Abiro pondo e bwo tipo mar bwombeni nyaka chop apaka mager rum.
2 I will cry to God the most High; to God who hath done good to me.
Aywagora ne Nyasaye Man Malo Moloyo, Nyasaye machopona chenroge ema aywakne.
3 He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy and his truth,
Ooro wach gie polo kendo oresa, kokwero joma lawa gi tekregi duto; (Sela) Nyasaye oro herane gi adiera mare.
4 And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
An e dier sibuoche; anindo e dier le mager mangemo, joma lekegi chalo tonge gi aserni, ma lewgi chalo ligangla mabitho.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.
Nyingi mondo otingʼ malo moyombo polo, yaye Nyasaye; mad duongʼ mari opongʼ piny duto.
6 They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it.
Ne giyaro jogo mondo omak tiendena, kane chuny lit odola. Ne gikunyo bugo e yora, to kata kamano gin giwegi ema giselutore e iye. (Sela)
7 My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will Sing, and rehearse a psalm.
Chunya otegno, yaye Nyasaye, chunya otegno; abiro paki gi wer kendo abiro loso wer mamit.
8 Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early.
Chiew, in chunya! Chiewuru un orutu gi nyatiti! Abiro chiewo kogwen.
9 I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations.
Abiro paki e dier ogendini, yaye Jehova Nyasaye. Abiro werni e dier ogendini.
10 For thy mercy is magnified even to the heavens: and thy truth unto the clouds.
Nikech herani maduongʼ chopo nyaka e polo; kendo adiera mari chopo nyaka ewi lwasi.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.
Nyingi mondo otingʼ malo moyombo polo, yaye Nyasaye; mad duongʼ mari opongʼ piny duto.
