Psalms 45
1 To the Chief Musician. On Shoshannim. For the Sons of Korah. A Psalm of Instruction. A Song of Love. Overflowed hath my heart, with an excellent theme, I will recite my poem concerning the king, Be, my tongue, [like] the pen of a scribe who is skilled.
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 Most beautiful thou art, beyond the sons of men, Graciousness hath been poured forth by thy lips, For this cause, hath God blessed thee, to times age-abiding.
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, [’Tis] thine honour and thy majesty;
Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.
4 And, [in] thy majesty, be successful! ride forth! on behalf of faithfulness, and humility—righteousness, And let thine own right hand show thee wonderful 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—Peoples, under thee, fall! In the heart of the foes of the king.
Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.
6 Thy throne, O God, is to times age-abiding and beyond, 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 lawlessness, —For this cause, hath God, thine own God, anointed thee, With the oil of gladness, beyond thy partners.
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, cassias, all thy garments, —Out of the palaces of ivory, the tones of strings, have rejoiced thee.
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 thine honourable women, Stationed is the bride at thy right hand, 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 observe, Incline also thine ear, Forget, then, thine own people, And the house of thy father;
Winji nyara, bed mos, kendo chik iti: Gol pachi kuom jou kaachiel gi jood wuonu monywoli.
11 When the king shall desire thy beauty, Surely, he, is thy lord, then bow down to him.
Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.
12 Also, the daughter of Tyre, [cometh in] with a present! Thy face, shall the rich of the people appease.
Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.
13 All glorious—the daughter of a king [sitteth] within, Brocades, wrought with gold, [are] her clothing!
Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.
14 In embroidered raiment, shall she be brought unto the king—The virgins that follow her, her companions, are to be conducted unto thee:
Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.
15 They shall be brought, with rejoicings and exultation, —They shall enter into the palace of the king!
Irwakogi e ot gi ilo kod mor maduongʼ; gidonjo e dala ruoth.
16 Instead of thy fathers, be thy sons, Thou shalt make them rulers in all the earth.
Yawuoti biro kawo kar wuonegi; ibiro ketogi ruodhi e piny duto koni gi koni.
17 I will keep in remembrance thy Name, through each succeeding generation, For this cause, peoples, shall praise thee, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.
