Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm [and] Song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion: and to thee shall the vow be performed.
Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Wer. Pak riti e dala mar Sayun, yaye Nyasaye, wabiro rito singruokwa duto.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, to thee shall all flesh come.
Yaye in miwinjo lamo, in ema ji duto biro biro iri.
3 Iniquities prevail against me: [as for] our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Kane richowa turowa, iweyonwa kethowa.
4 Blessed [is the man whom] thou choosest, and causest to approach [to thee], [that] he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, [even] of thy holy temple.
Joma iyiero gin joma ogwedhi, jogo ma ikelo machiegni mondo odag e hekalu mari! Gik mabeyo mowuok e odi oromowa chuth, mana gigo moa e hekalu mari maler.
5 [By] terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; [who art] the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off [upon] the sea:
Idwokowa gi timbe madongo makare, yaye Nyasaye ma Jawarwa, yaye geno mar piny koni gi koni kendo mar nembe man maboyo mogik,
6 Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains; [being] girded with power:
in mane iloso gode gi tekoni iwuon kane imanori gi teko,
7 Who stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
in mane imiyo nembe olingʼ, wuo mar apaka margi, kod koko mag ogendini.
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Joma odak kuonde maboyo oluoro timbeni miwuoro, imiyo ji werni gimor, kuma okinyi yaworee kendo odhiambo rumoe.
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, [which] is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
Irito piny kendo iolone pi, imiyo obedo momew moromo chuth. Aore mag Nyasaye opongʼ gi pi mamiyo ji bedo gi cham, nimar kamano e kaka ne ichano chon.
10 Thou waterest the ridges of it abundantly: thou settlest the furrows of it: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing of it.
Ipuro puothene kendo iloso oparane duto. Imiyo puothene bedo mangʼich, kendo igwedhe gi cham.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Igwedho higa gi cham mogundho, kendo gechegi mwandu opongʼo.
12 They drop [upon] the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
Pewe motimo lum mag piny ongoro ngʼich oromo; kendo gode opongʼ gi mor.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
Lek duto jamni kwaye ka giwinjo maber kendo holni cham mochiek odhure; gikok gimor kendo giwer.
