Psalms 144

1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

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 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.

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 is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

Dhano to en angʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, momiyo iketo chunyi kuome, koso wuod dhano to en angʼo, momiyo isiko ipare?

4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Dhano chalo gi muya nono kendo ndalone chalo gi tipo makadho piyo.

5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Wuogi e polo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wuogi mondo ilor piny; lor piny imul gode, mondo gidhuol iro.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

Or mil polo, mondo ike wasigu; dir aserni magi, mondo itiekgi.

7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

Rie lweti koa e polo nyaka piny, mondo ikonya, kendo igola, e pige ma tekregi ngʼeny, kendo e lwet jopinje mamoko,

8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.

9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

Abiro weroni wer manyien, yaye Nyasaye; abiro weroni wer mamit ka agoyoni thum man-gi tonde apar,

10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

abiro werne Jal mamiyo ruodhi locho, kendo makonyo Daudi jatichne e dho ligangla mager.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

Konya kendo gola e lwet jopinje mamoko, ma dhogi opongʼ gi miriambo kendo ma lwetgi ma korachwich opongʼ gi wuondruok.

12 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

Eka yawuotwa biro chalo gi yiende mayudo pi maber, kendo nyiwa biro chalo gi sirni modol maber mondo olich dala ruoth.

13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

Dechewa biro pongʼ gi kit mwandu duto. Rombewa biro medore gana gi gana, ee, gibiro bedo gana mathoth e lek magwa,

14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

kendo rwedhi magwa biro ywayo misike mapek. Jokwoge ok nodonj e kundewa, bende ok noterwa e twech, kendo yoreyore ok nogo e gwengʼwa.

15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.

Ogwedh joma gigi gin adier kuomgi; kendo ogwedh jogo ma Nyasachgi en Jehova Nyasaye.