Psalms 53

1 To the chief Musician upon Mahalath, Maschil, A Psalm of David. The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.

Kuom jatend wer. Kaluwore gi dwol mar mahalath. Maskil mar Daudi. Ngʼat mofuwo wacho e chunye niya, “Nyasaye onge.” Gin joma okethore, kendo yoregi obam; onge kata ngʼato achiel matimo maber.

2 God looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, that did seek God.

Nyasaye ngʼiyo ji duto gie polo; mondo oneye ka bende nitie moro kuomgi ma nigi winjo, kata ka bende nitie moro kuomgi mamanyo Nyasaye.

3 Every one of them is gone back: they are altogether become filthy; there is none that doeth good, no, not one.

Giduto gisebaro giweyo yo; giduto gisekethore; onge ngʼama timo maber, onge kata achiel.

4 Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as they eat bread: they have not called upon God.

Bende joma timo timbe maricho dipuonjre adier? Gin joma kidho joga kaka ji chamo kuon; kendo gin joma ok luong Nyasaye mondo okonygi.

5 There they were in great fear, where no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.

To koro gin ka, ka kihondko maduongʼ omakogi, kata obedo ni onge gima kelo kihondko. Nyasaye osekeyo choke joma nomonji; isemiyogi wichkuot, nikech Nyasaye nodagigi.

6 O that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When God bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.

Yaye, mad warruok mar Israel obi koa Sayun! Kinde ma Nyasaye duogo ne joge mwandugi, onego joka Jakobo obed moil kendo Israel obed mamor!