Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen 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 say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 But you, Yahweh, 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 lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will 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 comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
