Psalms 92
1 A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
Zaburi. Wer. Ne chiengʼ Sabato. Pako Jehova Nyasaye en gima ber kendo wero wende mapako nyingi bende ber, yaye Nyasaye Man Malo Moloyo,
2 To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
hulo herani gokinyi kod adierani gotieno,
3 On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
kiwer gi nyatiti matin ma tondene apar ka wer ridore gi nyatiti maduongʼ ber adier.
4 For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
Nimar timbeni miya mor, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; awer gi mor nikech tije ma lweti otimo.
5 How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
Mano kaka tijeni dongo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mano kaka pachi tut miwuoro!
6 A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
Ngʼama omingʼ ok nyal ngʼeyo, joma ofuwo ok winj tiend wachno,
7 When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
ni kata obedo ni joma timbegi richo nyalo loth kaka lum kendo joricho nyalo dhi maber, to ibiro tiekgi chuth nyaka chiengʼ.
8 And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
To in, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ibiro siko kimiyi duongʼ nyaka chiengʼ.
9 For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
Nimar ka kuom adier, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ka kuom adier to wasiki duto biro lal nono; joricho duto ibiro ke mel.
10 And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
Isemiyo tungena odoko ma roboche ka tunge jowi; oseol kuoma modhi maliw.
11 And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
Aseneno gi wengena ka iloyo wasika kendo asewinjo gi itena ka joma oramona ma timbegi richo itieko.
12 The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
Joma kare biro loth maber ka yiend othith, gibiro dongo ka yiend sida mar Lebanon;
13 Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
Nikech opidhgi e od Jehova Nyasaye, gibiro loth e agolni mag Nyasachwa.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
Kata hikgi oniangʼ to pod gininyag mana olemo, kendo ginisik ka ginyien kendo gingʼich,
15 To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
ka gilando niya “Jehova Nyasaye oriere tir; en e Lwandana, kendo onge richo moro amora kuome.”
