Psalms 51
1 To victorie, the salm of Dauid; `whanne Nathan the prophete cam to hym, whanne he entride to Bersabee. God, haue thou merci on me; bi thi greet merci. And bi the mychilnesse of thi merciful doyngis; do thou awei my wickidnesse.
Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Kane janabi Nathan obiro ire bangʼ ka Daudi noseterore gi Bathsheba. Kecha, yaye Nyasaye, kaluwore gi herani ma ok rem; gol kethona duto oko kuom ngʼwononi maduongʼ.
2 More waische thou me fro my wickidnesse; and clense thou me fro my synne.
Luok rochruokna duto oko kendo pwodha kuom richona.
3 For Y knouleche my wickidnesse; and my synne is euere ayens me.
Nikech angʼeyo kethona duto kendo richona osiko e nyima.
4 I haue synned to thee aloone, and Y haue do yuel bifor thee; that thou be iustified in thi wordis, and ouercome whanne thou art demed. For lo!
In iwuon ema asekethoni kendo asetimo richo e nyim wangʼi, mano omiyo in kare ka iwuoyo kendo iwacho adiera ka ingʼadona bura.
5 Y was conseyued in wickednessis; and my modir conceyuede me in synnes.
En adier chutho ni nonywola e richo asebedo ka an jaricho chakre chiengʼ mane minwa omake ichna.
6 For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom.
Adier, idwaro ni dhano obed ja-adiera gie chunye iye emomiyo ipuonja rieko gie chunya maiye mogik.
7 Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow.
Lwoka maler gi owino eka abiro bedo maler; lwoka mondo abed marachar moloyo pe.
8 Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye.
We awinjie mor kod ilo; mi chokena misetoyo ochak obedie mamor.
9 Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses.
Pand wangʼi mondo kik ine richona kendo gol kethona duto oko.
10 God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis.
Chwe chuny maler e iya, yaye Nyasaye, kendo los chuny motegno mosiko koluori iket e iya.
11 Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit.
Kik iriemba buti bende kik igol Roho Maler mari kuoma.
12 Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit.
Duogna mor ma warruokni kelo kendo mi abed gi chuny mohero timo dwaroni, mondo chuny makamano orita.
13 I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee.
Eka abiro puonjo joketho yoreni kendo joricho biro lokore duogo iri.
14 God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse.
Resa e ketho mar chwero remo, yaye Nyasaye, tim kamano, yaye Nyasaye ma wara, eka lewa biro wer kuom timni makare.
15 Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng.
Yaye Ruoth yaw pien dhoga, eka dhoga biro hulo pakni.
16 For if thou haddist wold sacrifice, Y hadde youe; treuli thou schalt not delite in brent sacrifices.
Ok imor gi misango mitimoni, nikech dine achiwonigo; misango miwangʼo pep ok miyi mor.
17 A sacrifice to God is a spirit troblid; God, thou schalt not dispise a contrit herte and `maad meke.
Misango mar Nyasaye en chuny motur, chuny motur kendo mamuol, ok itamri, yaye Nyasaye.
18 Lord, do thou benygneli in thi good wille to Syon; that the wallis of Jerusalem be bildid.
Mi Sayun odhi maber kuom herani; chak iger ohinga mag Jerusalem kendo.
19 Thanne thou schalt take plesauntli the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, offryngis, and brent sacrifices; thanne thei schulen putte calues on thin auter.
Eka ibiro yudo mor kuom misengni mag joma kare, kuom misango miwangʼo pep mochiw duto, kendo ibiro chiw rwedhi e kendoni mar misango.
