Psalms 62
1 To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.
Kuom jatend wer. Mar Jeduthun. Zaburi mar Daudi. Chunya yudo yweyo kuom Nyasaye kende; warruok aa kuome.
2 For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
En kende ema en lwandana kendo warruokna; en e ohingana, onge gima biro bwoga.
3 Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun.
Ubiro siko kumonjo ngʼat achielni nyaka karangʼo? Angʼo momiyo uduto unywakone mondo ugoye piny? En ngʼat machalo mana gi chiel mayiengni madwaro mukore.
4 Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.
Giramo ni nyaka to gigole oko kama entie e duongʼne; miriambo ema morogi. Dhogi gigwedhogo ji, to gi ei chunygi to gikwongʼo ji. (Sela)
5 Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
Yud yweyo, yaye chunya, kuom Nyasaye kende; genona aa mana kuome.
6 For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
En kende ema en lwandana kendo warruokna; en e ohingana; onge gima biro bwoga.
7 Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
Warruok mara gi luor ma ayudo aa kuom Nyasaye; en e lwandana manyalo duto, en e kar pondona.
8 Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende.
Un ji, genuru kuome kinde duto; olneuru oko gik manie chunyu, nikech Nyasaye e kar pondo marwa. (Sela)
9 Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing.
Joma nipiny gin mana muya nono; joma ni malo gin mana miriambo; ka opimgi e ratil, to gin nono; gin duto gin mana muya nono.
10 Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
Kik igen kuom mwandu moma ji kata isungri kuom gik mokwal; kata bed ni mwandugi medore to kik iket chunyi kuomgi.
11 God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
Nitie gimoro achiel ma Nyasaye osewacho, chutho nitie gik moko ariyo ma asewinjo gi ita: ni in, yaye Nyasaye, in ratego,
12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
kendo ni in, yaye Ruoth Nyasaye, ihero ji. Kuom adier, ibiro chiwo pok ne ngʼato ka ngʼato kaluwore gi gima osetimo.
