Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
Zaburi mar Daudi, kane oringo oa ir wuode Abisalom. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mano kaka wasika thoth! Mano kaka joma lawa ngʼeny!
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
To In e okumbana mogengʼa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; In ema imiyo alocho, kendo isetingʼo wiya malo.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
Aa malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Resa, yaye Nyasacha! Tur chok lemb wasika duto; Muk leke joma timbegi richo.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
