Psalms 45
1 For the Leader; upon Shoshannim; a Psalm of the sons of Korah. Maschil. A Song of loves. My heart overfloweth with a goodly matter; I say: 'My work is concerning a king'; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Kuom jatend wer. Gi dwol mar “Ondanyo.” Maskil mar yawuot Kora. Wend Arus. Chunya bedo mamor gi wer mamit e kinde mawero Zaburi maga ne Ruoth; kendo lewa chalo kalamb jandiko mongʼith.
2 Thou art fairer than the children of men; grace is poured upon thy lips; therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
In ema iber moloyo chwo mamoko kendo dhogi owir gi ngʼwono, nikech Nyasaye osegwedhi nyaka chiengʼ.
3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, thy glory and thy majesty.
Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.
4 And in thy majesty prosper, ride on, in behalf of truth and meekness and righteousness; and let thy right hand teach thee tremendous things.
E duongʼni nyisri ayanga kaka jalocho mochungʼ ni adiera gi muolo kod tim makare; lweti ma korachwich mondo onyis timbeni miwuoro.
5 Thine arrows are sharp — the peoples fall under thee — they sink into the heart of the king's enemies.
Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.
6 Thy throne given of God is for ever and ever; a sceptre of equity is the sceptre of thy kingdom.
Lochni nosik nyaka chiengʼ, yaye Nyasaye; kendo tim makare ema nobed kaka ludh loch e pinyruodhi.
7 Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated wickedness; therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
Ihero tim makare to imon gi timbe maricho; emomiyo Nyasaye, ma Nyasachi, osetingʼi malo moyombo jowadu nikech osewiri gi mo mamiyi mor.
8 Myrrh, and aloes, and cassia are all thy garments; out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.
Lepi maboyo duto dungʼ tik mane-mane gi poda kod kasia; moa e ute ruodhi molichi gi lak liech. Wende mindito gi gig wer miyi mor.
9 Kings' daughters are among thy favourites; at thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
Nyi ruodhi ni e kanyakla mag mondi moluor; mikach ruoth ni e bathi korachwich korwakore gi dhahabu mogol Ofir.
10 'Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house;
Winji nyara, bed mos, kendo chik iti: Gol pachi kuom jou kaachiel gi jood wuonu monywoli.
11 So shall the king desire thy beauty; for he is thy lord; and do homage unto him.
Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.
12 And, O daughter of Tyre, the richest of the people shall entreat thy favour with a gift.'
Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.
13 All glorious is the king's daughter within the palace; her raiment is of chequer work inwrought with gold.
Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.
14 She shall be led unto the king on richly woven stuff; the virgins her companions in her train being brought unto thee.
Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.
15 They shall be led with gladness and rejoicing; they shall enter into the king's palace.
Irwakogi e ot gi ilo kod mor maduongʼ; gidonjo e dala ruoth.
16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy sons, whom thou shalt make princes in all the land.
Yawuoti biro kawo kar wuonegi; ibiro ketogi ruodhi e piny duto koni gi koni.
17 I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations; therefore shall the peoples praise thee for ever and ever.
Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.
