Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Angʼo momiyo ichungʼ gichien, yaye Jehova Nyasaye? Angʼo momiyo ipondo ne ji e ndalo mag chandruok?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Ngʼat ma timbene richo goyo apedha ni joma onge nyalo kendo omakogi e otegu mage mosechiko.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Dwache maricho mopando e chunye omiyo osungore; jowuoche ema ogwedho to Jehova Nyasaye to ochayo.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Sunga omake ma ok onyal manye; onge thuolo kata matin mochiwo ne Nyasaye e chunye.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Yorene dhi maber kinde duto, okawore omiyo chikeni ni mabor moyombe; ojaro wasike duto.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Owacho ne en owuon niya, “Onge gima nyalo yienga; abiro dak gi kwe kinde duto kaonge gima thaga.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Dhoge opongʼ gi miriambo kod weche mag kwongʼ; chandruok gi weche maricho ni e bwo lewe.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Okiyo ji e bath yore mag gwengʼ, onego ji apoya koa kuonde moponde, osiko ongʼicho mondo wangʼe omaki joma onge ketho mondo ohiny.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Okiyo ji kokichore ka sibuor mopondo; okichore mar mako joma ok nyal mondo ohinygi, omako joma ok nyal kendo oywayogi oko gi tonde mar meko.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Joma hapgi rach momako otieko kendo podho chuth, gipodho e bwo tekone.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
Owachone en owuon niya, “Nyasaye wiye osewil; opando wangʼe kendo onge gima oneno.”
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Aa malo yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Tingʼ badi malo, yaye Nyasaye. Kik wiyi wil gi joma ok nyal.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Angʼo momiyo ngʼama timbene richo jaro Nyasaye? Angʼo momiyo owacho e chunye ni, “Ok obi keta piny mopenja gima asetimo?”
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
To in, yaye Nyasaye, ineno chandruok gi kuyo, ikawogi kaka mari kendo itingʼogi e lweti. Ngʼat ma ok nyal; chiwore ne in; in e jakony mar joma onge wuonegi.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Tur bad ngʼama rach ma timbene richo; luonge mondo onyis ji gik maricho mosetimo lingʼ-lingʼ, ma ji ok nyal fwenyo mi ngʼe.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Jehova Nyasaye en Ruoth mochwere manyaka chiengʼ; ogendini biro lal nono e pinye.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, in iwinjo kwayo mar joma chandore; ijiwogi, kendo ichiko iti ni ywakgi,
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Ichwako nyithi kiye kod joma isando, mondo dhano ma ochwe gi lowo, kik dhi nyime gi bwogo ji.
