Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
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 He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
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 Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
Dhano to en angʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, momiyo iketo chunyi kuome, koso wuod dhano to en angʼo, momiyo isiko ipare?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Dhano chalo gi muya nono kendo ndalone chalo gi tipo makadho piyo.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Wuogi e polo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wuogi mondo ilor piny; lor piny imul gode, mondo gidhuol iro.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Or mil polo, mondo ike wasigu; dir aserni magi, mondo itiekgi.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Rie lweti koa e polo nyaka piny, mondo ikonya, kendo igola, e pige ma tekregi ngʼeny, kendo e lwet jopinje mamoko,
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
Abiro weroni wer manyien, yaye Nyasaye; abiro weroni wer mamit ka agoyoni thum man-gi tonde apar,
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
abiro werne Jal mamiyo ruodhi locho, kendo makonyo Daudi jatichne e dho ligangla mager.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Konya kendo gola e lwet jopinje mamoko, ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.
12 Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support 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 storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
Dechewa biro pongʼ gi kit mwandu duto. Rombewa biro medore gana gi gana, ee, gibiro bedo gana mathoth e lek magwa,
14 Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
kendo rwedhi magwa biro ywayo misike mapek. Jokwoge ok nodonj e kundewa, bende ok noterwa e twech, kendo yoreyore ok nogo e gwengʼwa.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Ogwedh joma gigi gin adier kuomgi; kendo ogwedh jogo ma Nyasachgi en Jehova Nyasaye.
