Psalms 5

1 For the leader: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by the flute. Hear my words, Lord: give heed to my whisper.

Kuom jatend wende miwero gi asili. Zaburi Mar Daudi. Chik iti mondo iwinj wechena, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, para kuom pek manie chunya.

2 Attend to my loud cry for help, my king and my God.

Winj ywakna mar dwaro kony, Yaye Ruodha kendo Nyasacha, nikech in ema alami.

3 When I pray to you, Lord, in the morning, hear my voice. I make ready for you in the morning, and look for a sign.

Yie iwinj dwonda gokinyi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; aketo kwayona e nyimi gokinyi, kendo arito dwoko ka an gi geno.

4 For you are no God who takes pleasure in wickedness: no one of evil can be your guest.

Ok in Nyasaye mamor gi timbe maricho. Joma richo ok nyal dak kodi kanyachiel.

5 No braggarts can stand in your presence, you hate all workers of wrong.

Josunga ok nyal chungʼ e nyimi; imon gi ji duto matimo gik maricho.

6 You destroy all speakers of lies, people of blood and deceit you abhor.

Itieko joma wacho miriambo; Jehova Nyasaye ok mor gi joma dwaro chwero remo, kod jo-miriambo.

7 But I, through your kindness abundant, may enter your house, and towards the shrine of your temple may reverently bow.

An to, nikech kechni maduongʼ, abiro donjo e odi; abiro kulora gi luor ka achomo hekalu mari maler.

8 Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness because of my enemies. Make your way level before me.

Telna, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kuom adiera mari, nikech wasigu molwora, yie iriena yori tir e nyima.

9 For their mouth is a stranger to truth, their heart is a pit of destruction. Their throat is a wide open grave, their tongue the smooth tongue of the hypocrite.

Kata wach achiel mowuok e dho jogi ok nyal gen; chunygi opongʼ gi kethruok. Dwondgi chalo gi liel mapok oum; lewgi olony e wacho miriambo.

10 Condemn them, God; let their schemes bring them down to the ground. For their numberless crimes thrust them down for playing the rebel against you.

Kwan-gi kaka joketho, yaye Nyasaye! Ket obadho ma giketo ne ji ogajgi gin giwegi. Riembgi nikech richogi mathoth, nimar gisengʼanyoni.

11 But let all who take refuge in you ring out their gladness forever. Protect those who love your name, so they may exult in you.

We ji duto moketi kar pondo margi obed mamor; we gisiki ka giwer gimor. Umgi gi rit mari, mondo joma ohero nyingi omor kodi.

12 For you give your blessing, Lord, to the godly, and the shield of your favour protects them.

Nikech igwedho joma kare adier, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; igengʼogi gi hapi mana ka okumba.