Psalms 45
1 To the Overseer. — 'On the Lilies.' — By sons of Korah. — An Instruction. — A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.
Kuom jatend wer. Gi dwol mar “Ondanyo.” Maskil mar yawuot Kora. Wend Arus. Chunya bedo mamor gi wer mamit e kinde mawero Zaburi maga ne Ruoth; kendo lewa chalo kalamb jandiko mongʼith.
2 Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
In ema iber moloyo chwo mamoko kendo dhogi owir gi ngʼwono, nikech Nyasaye osegwedhi nyaka chiengʼ.
3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
Twe liganglani e bathi, yaye ngʼat maratego; rwakri gi ler kod duongʼ.
4 As to Thy majesty — prosper! — ride! Because of truth, and meekness — righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
E duongʼni nyisri ayanga kaka jalocho mochungʼ ni adiera gi muolo kod tim makare; lweti ma korachwich mondo onyis timbeni miwuoro.
5 Thine arrows [are] sharp, — Peoples fall under Thee — In the heart of the enemies of the king.
Aserni mabitho mondo ochwo chunje mag wasik ruoth; ogendini mondo opodh piny e bwoyi.
6 Thy throne, O God, [is] age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness [Is] the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
Lochni nosik nyaka chiengʼ, yaye Nyasaye; kendo tim makare ema nobed kaka ludh loch e pinyruodhi.
7 Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
Ihero tim makare to imon gi timbe maricho; emomiyo Nyasaye, ma Nyasachi, osetingʼi malo moyombo jowadu nikech osewiri gi mo mamiyi mor.
8 Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
Lepi maboyo duto dungʼ tik mane-mane gi poda kod kasia; moa e ute ruodhi molichi gi lak liech. Wende mindito gi gig wer miyi mor.
9 Daughters of kings [are] among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
Nyi ruodhi ni e kanyakla mag mondi moluor; mikach ruoth ni e bathi korachwich korwakore gi dhahabu mogol Ofir.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
Winji nyara, bed mos, kendo chik iti: Gol pachi kuom jou kaachiel gi jood wuonu monywoli.
11 And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he [is] thy lord — bow thyself to him,
Berni otoyo ruoth; miye duongʼ, nikech en ruodhi.
12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
Nyar Turo biro biro gi mich, joma nigi mwandu biro dwaro kony kuomi.
13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work [is] her clothing.
Duongʼ olworo ruoth madhako koni gi koni e kar dakne; law abola mare oton-oton gi dhahabu.
14 In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins — after her — her companions, Are brought to thee.
Omake itere ne ruoth gi law mochwe gi usi; nyiri masilili man kode luwo bangʼe kendo ikelonegi.
15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
Irwakogi e ot gi ilo kod mor maduongʼ; gidonjo e dala ruoth.
16 Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.
Yawuoti biro kawo kar wuonegi; ibiro ketogi ruodhi e piny duto koni gi koni.
17 I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!
Abiro miyo ji pari e tienge duto nyaka chiengʼ; kuom mano ogendini biro paki mochwere manyaka chiengʼ.
