Psalms 45

1 For the Chief Musician; set to Shoshannim; [a Psalm] of the sons of Korah. Maschil. A Song of loves. My heart overfloweth with a goodly matter: I speak the things which I have made touching the 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 into 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 ride on prosperously, because of truth and meekness [and] righteousness: and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible 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 are] in the heart of the king’s enemies.

Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.

6 Thy throne, O 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 All thy garments [smell of] myrrh, and aloes, [and] cassia; 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 honourable women: 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 worship thou him.

Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.

12 And the daughter of Tyre [shall be there] with a gift; even the rich among the people shall entreat thy favour.

Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.

13 The king’s daughter within [the palace] is all glorious: her clothing is 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 in broidered work: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.

Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.

15 With gladness and rejoicing shall they be led: 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 children, whom thou shalt make princes in all the earth.

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 give thee thanks for ever and ever.

Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.