Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! many are they that rise 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 there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Ji mangʼeny wuoyo kuoma, kagiwacho ni, “Nyasaye ok bi rese.” (Sela)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
To In e okumbana mogengʼa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; In ema imiyo alocho, kendo isetingʼo wiya malo.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Aywak matek ka alemo ni Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka gie gode maler. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
Ariera piny mondo anindi; kendo achako aa malo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye orita.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
Ok abi luoro ji gana gi gana molwora mondo otimna marach.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Aa malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye! Resa, yaye Nyasacha! Tur chok lemb wasika duto; Muk leke joma timbegi richo.
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Resruok aa mana kuom Jehova Nyasaye. Mad igweth jogi. (Sela)
