Psalms 45
1 TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “LILIES.” AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. A SONG OF LOVES. My heart has stirred a good word, I am telling my works to the King, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy 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 You have been beautified above the sons of men, Grace has been poured into Your lips, Therefore God has blessed You for all time.
In ema iber moloyo chwo mamoko kendo dhogi owir gi ngʼwono, nikech Nyasaye osegwedhi nyaka chiengʼ.
3 Gird Your sword on the thigh, O Mighty [One], Your splendor and Your majesty!
Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.
4 As for Your majesty—prosper [and] ride! Because of truth, meekness, [and] righteousness, And Your right hand shows You fearful things.
E duongʼni nyisri ayanga kaka jalocho mochungʼ ni adiera gi muolo kod tim makare; lweti ma korachwich mondo onyis timbeni miwuoro.
5 Your arrows [are] sharp—Peoples fall under You—In the heart of the enemies of the King.
Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.
6 Your throne, O God, [is for] all time and forever, A scepter of uprightness [Is] the scepter of Your kingdom.
Lochni nosik nyaka chiengʼ, yaye Nyasaye; kendo tim makare ema nobed kaka ludh loch e pinyruodhi.
7 You have loved righteousness and hate wickedness, Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With oil of joy above Your companions.
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 [Cover] all Your garments; Out of palaces of ivory, Stringed instruments have made You 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 Daughters of kings [are] among Your precious ones, A queen has stood at Your right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
Nyi ruodhi ni e kanyakla mag mondi moluor; mikach ruoth ni e bathi korachwich korwakore gi dhahabu mogol Ofir.
10 Listen, O daughter, and see, incline your ear, And forget your people, and your father’s house,
Winji nyara, bed mos, kendo chik iti: Gol pachi kuom jou kaachiel gi jood wuonu monywoli.
11 And the King desires your beauty, Because He [is] your Lord—bow yourself to Him,
Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.
12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people appease your face.
Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.
13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Her clothing [is] with filigrees of gold.
Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.
14 In various colors she is brought to the King; Afterward, virgins, her companions, Are brought to You.
Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.
15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the King.
Irwakogi e ot gi ilo kod mor maduongʼ; gidonjo e dala ruoth.
16 Instead of Your fathers are Your sons, You appoint them for princes in all the earth.
Yawuoti biro kawo kar wuonegi; ibiro ketogi ruodhi e piny duto koni gi koni.
17 I make mention of Your Name in all generations, Therefore peoples praise You, For all time and forever!
Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.
