Psalms 40
1 For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Ne arito Jehova Nyasaye ka ahora mos; ne odwogo ira mi owinjo ywakna.
2 And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
Ne oywaya oko e bur motimo otodo, ne ogola e chwodho gi thidhna. Ne oketo tiendena e lwanda kendo nomiya kama otegno mondo achungie.
3 And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
Ne oketo wer manyien e dhoga, en wer mipakogo Nyasachwa. Ji mangʼeny biro neno mi gibed maluor kendo gibiro keto genogi kuom Jehova Nyasaye.
4 Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
Ngʼat moketo Jehova Nyasaye kaka kar geno mare en ngʼat mogwedhi, ngʼat ma ok many kony kuom josunga, bende ok omany kony kuom joma lokore mondo olam nyiseche mag miriambo.
5 Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
Ranyisi misetimo thoth, yaye Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasacha. Gigo mane ichanonwa onge ngʼama nyalo kwanoni; ka dine bed ni wanyalo wuoyo kuomgi; to dine gibedo mangʼeny ma ok wanyal wacho.
6 Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
Misengini kod chiwo ok ema ne idwaro to ita ema iseyawo; misengini miwangʼo pep kod chiwo mag golo richo ne ok idwaro.
7 thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
Eka nawacho niya, “Eri an ka, asebiro mana kaka ondiki kuoma e Muma.
8 that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
Chunya dwaro timo dwaroni, yaye Nyasacha; chikni ni ei chunya.”
9 I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
Alando tim makare e chokruok maduongʼ; ok aumo dhoga, mana kaka ingʼeyo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye.
10 I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
Ok apando timni makare e chunya; to awuoyo kuom adierani gi warruokni. Ok apando herani gi adierani ni chokruok maduongʼ.
11 But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
Kik itamri kecha, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; mad herani gi adierani osik ka rita.
12 For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
Nikech chandruok mokalo akwana olwora; richona osejuka kendo ok anyal neno. Gingʼeny moloyo yie wiya, kendo chunya onyosore gie iya.
13 Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
Bed mamor, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mondo iresa. Bi piyo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mondo ikonya.
14 Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
Mad ji duto madwaro ketho ngimana wigi kuodi kendo pachgi olal; mad ji duto ma chunygi gombona tho oriemb kadok gi wich okuot.
15 Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
Mad joma nyiera niya, “Haa! Haa!” Ngʼengʼ ka gineno wichkuot.
16 Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
To mad ji duto madwari bed moil kendo mamor kuomi; mad joma ohero warruok mari osik kawacho niya, “Jehova Nyasaye mondo oyud duongʼ!”
17 Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
Anto adhier kendo achando, mad Ruoth Nyasaye parae. In e jakonyna kendo jawarna; in e Nyasacha, kik ideki.
