Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Kuom jatend wer. E dwond “Kik iketh gik moko.” Miktam mar Daudi. Kane oringone Saulo mi opondo e rogo. Kecha, yaye Nyasaye, yie ikecha nikech kuomi ema chunya yudoe kar pondo. Abiro pondo e bwo tipo mar bwombeni nyaka chop apaka mager rum.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Aywagora ne Nyasaye Man Malo Moloyo, Nyasaye machopona chenroge ema aywakne.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Ooro wach gie polo kendo oresa, kokwero joma lawa gi tekregi duto; (Sela) Nyasaye oro herane gi adiera mare.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
An e dier sibuoche; anindo e dier le mager mangemo, joma lekegi chalo tonge gi aserni, ma lewgi chalo ligangla mabitho.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Nyingi mondo otingʼ malo moyombo polo, yaye Nyasaye; mad duongʼ mari opongʼ piny duto.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Ne giyaro jogo mondo omak tiendena, kane chuny lit odola. Ne gikunyo bugo e yora, to kata kamano gin giwegi ema giselutore e iye. (Sela)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Chunya otegno, yaye Nyasaye, chunya otegno; abiro paki gi wer kendo abiro loso wer mamit.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Chiew, in chunya! Chiewuru un orutu gi nyatiti! Abiro chiewo kogwen.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Abiro paki e dier ogendini, yaye Jehova Nyasaye. Abiro werni e dier ogendini.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Nikech herani maduongʼ chopo nyaka e polo; kendo adiera mari chopo nyaka ewi lwasi.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Nyingi mondo otingʼ malo moyombo polo, yaye Nyasaye; mad duongʼ mari opongʼ piny duto.
