Psalms 63

1 A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou [art] my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.

Zaburi mar Daudi kane en e thim mar Juda. Yaye Nyasaye, in e Nyasacha, adwari gi tekra duto; chunya riyo oloyo mar neni kendo denda duto dwari, e piny motwo kendo maliet, maonge pi modho.

2 So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.

Aseneni ei kari maler kendo asengʼeyo tekoni gi duongʼni.

3 Because better [is] Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.

Nikech herani ber moloyo ngima, dhoga biro miyi duongʼ.

4 So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.

Abiro paki kapod angima, kendo abiro tingʼo bedena malo e nyingi.

5 As [with] milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And [with] singing lips doth my mouth praise.

Chunya biro romo mana ka ngʼama oromo gi chiemo mabeyo mogik; abiro yawo dwonda ka apaki gi wer.

6 If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches — I meditate on Thee.

Ka an e kitandana to apari; pacha osiko pari seche duto mag otieno.

7 For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.

Nikech in e konyruokna, awer ka an e bwo tipo mar bwombeni.

8 Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

Chunya omoko kuomi; lweti ma korachwich orita.

9 And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.

Joma dwaro kawo ngimana ibiro tieki; gibiro dhi piny nyaka ei bur kama tut.

10 They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.

Ibiro chiwgi ne ligangla kendo gibiro doko chiemb ondiegi.

11 And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!

To ruoth to biro bedo moil kuom Nyasaye; ji duto masingore e nying Nyasaye biro pake, to dho jo-miriambo ibiro um mi lingʼ.