Psalms 45

1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made concerning 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 [most] mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.

Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.

4 And in thy majesty ride 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 Thy arrows [are] sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; [by which] the people fall under thee.

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

6 Thy throne, O God, [is] for ever and ever: the scepter of thy kingdom [is] a scepter of justice.

Lochni nosik nyaka chiengʼ, yaye Nyasaye; kendo tim makare ema nobed kaka ludh loch e pinyruodhi.

7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest 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 the ivory palaces, by which they 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 [were] among thy honorable women: upon thy right hand stood 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 thy ear; forget also thy 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 greatly 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 favor.

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

13 The king's daughter [is] all glorious within: her clothing [is] of wrought gold.

Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.

14 She shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought to 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 brought: 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 mayest 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 people praise thee for ever and ever.

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