Psalms 62
1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
Kuom jatend wer. Mar Jeduthun. Zaburi mar Daudi. Chunya yudo yweyo kuom Nyasaye kende; warruok aa kuome.
2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
En kende ema en lwandana kendo warruokna; en e ohingana, onge gima biro bwoga.
3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
Ubiro siko kumonjo ngʼat achielni nyaka karangʼo? Angʼo momiyo uduto unywakone mondo ugoye piny? En ngʼat machalo mana gi chiel mayiengni madwaro mukore.
4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. (Selah)
Giramo ni nyaka to gigole oko kama entie e duongʼne; miriambo ema morogi. Dhogi gigwedhogo ji, to gi ei chunygi to gikwongʼo ji. (Sela)
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
Yud yweyo, yaye chunya, kuom Nyasaye kende; genona aa mana kuome.
6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
En kende ema en lwandana kendo warruokna; en e ohingana; onge gima biro bwoga.
7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
Warruok mara gi luor ma ayudo aa kuom Nyasaye; en e lwandana manyalo duto, en e kar pondona.
8 Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. (Selah)
Un ji, genuru kuome kinde duto; olneuru oko gik manie chunyu, nikech Nyasaye e kar pondo marwa. (Sela)
9 Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
Joma nipiny gin mana muya nono; joma ni malo gin mana miriambo; ka opimgi e ratil, to gin nono; gin duto gin mana muya nono.
10 Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
Kik igen kuom mwandu moma ji kata isungri kuom gik mokwal; kata bed ni mwandugi medore to kik iket chunyi kuomgi.
11 God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
Nitie gimoro achiel ma Nyasaye osewacho, chutho nitie gik moko ariyo ma asewinjo gi ita: ni in, yaye Nyasaye, in ratego,
12 And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.
kendo ni in, yaye Ruoth Nyasaye, ihero ji. Kuom adier, ibiro chiwo pok ne ngʼato ka ngʼato kaluwore gi gima osetimo.
