Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
Zaburi mar Daudi, kane oringo oa ir wuode Abisalom. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mano kaka wasika thoth! Mano kaka joma lawa ngʼeny!
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
To In e okumbana mogengʼa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; In ema imiyo alocho, kendo isetingʼo wiya malo.
4 I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Arise, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Aa malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Resa, yaye Nyasacha! Tur chok lemb wasika duto; Muk leke joma timbegi richo.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
