Ngeche 30
1 Magi e weche mag Agur wuod Jake, ma gin weche matut. Magi e weche ma Agur wachone Ithiel; adier owuoyo ne Ithiel niya, “Aol marumo, yaye Nyasaye, to pod anyalo wuoyo.
The words of Agur the son of Jakeh; the oracle. The man saith unto Ithiel, unto Ithiel and Ucal:
2 Chutho afuwo ahinya ma ok awinjora bedo dhano; ok an kod ngʼeyo tiend wach mar dhano.
Surely I am more brutish than any man, And have not the understanding of a man;
3 Ok asepuonjora rieko, kata ngʼeyo mar Nyasaye, ma en Jal Maler Moloyo, bende aongego.
And I have not learned wisdom, Neither have I the knowledge of the Holy One.
4 En ngʼa mosedhi e polo kendo olor piny? En ngʼa mosechoko yamo moketo ei lwete? En ngʼa mosechoko pi gi lawe kata mosepimo giko mar tungʼ piny? Nyinge to en ngʼa, koso wuode to nyinge ngʼa? Nyisa ane ka ingʼeyo!
Who hath ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound the waters in his garment? Who hath established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son’s name, if thou knowest?
5 “Wach ka wach moa kuom Nyasaye en adier; Nyasaye en okumba ne jogo mopondo kuome.
Every word of God is tried: He is a shield unto them that take refuge in him.
6 Kik imed gimoro e wachne, to nono obiro kwedi mi onyis ni in ja-miriambo.
Add thou not unto his words, Lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.
7 “Gik moko ariyo makwayi; yaye Jehova Nyasaye; kik itama biro buti kapok atho.
Two things have I asked of thee; Deny me [them] not before I die:
8 Mi wuond gi miriambo obed mabor koda; kik imiya chan kata mwandu, to miya mana chiemba mapile.
Remove far from me falsehood and lies; Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food that is needful for me:
9 Nimar, ka ok kamano, to anyalo bedo gi mwandu mangʼeny mi akwedi ka awacho ni, ‘Jehova Nyasaye to en ngʼa?’ Kata anyalo bedo jachan mi akwel, mi ami nying Nyasacha wichkuot.
Lest I be full, and deny [thee], and say, Who is Jehovah? Or lest I be poor, and steal, And use profanely the name of my God.
10 “Kik iwuo marach kuom jatich ne ngʼat mondike nono to obiro kwongʼi, mi iyud chandruok.
Slander not a servant unto his master, Lest he curse thee, and thou be held guilty.
11 “Nitie jogo makwongʼo wuonegi kendo ok gwedh minegi;
There is a generation that curse their father, And bless not their mother.
12 jogo ma paro giwegi ni giler to ok osepwodhgi kuom kethruokgi;
There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, And [yet] are not washed from their filthiness.
13 jogo ma wangʼ-gi tek masungore, manenogi richo;
There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! And their eyelids are lifted up.
14 joma lekegi chalo gi ligangla kendo nyipongʼ lekegi chalo pelni mabitho, mar chamo jochan manie piny, kod joma odhier manie dier ji.
There is a generation whose teeth are [as] swords, and their jaw teeth [as] knives, To devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
15 “Chwe nigi nyiri ariyo. Giywak ni, ‘Miwa! Miwa!’ “Nitie gik moko adek ma ok rom ngangʼ! Angʼwen ma ok wach ni, ‘Oromo!’
The horseleach hath two daughters, [crying], Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, [Yea], four that say not, Enough:
Sheol; and the barren womb; The earth that is not satisfied with water; And the fire that saith not, Enough. (Sheol h7585)
17 “Wangʼ ma jaro wuoro, ma dagi winjo wach miyo, ibiro lodho oko kod agak manie holo, ibiro chamgi gi achudhe.
The eye that mocketh at his father, And despiseth to obey his mother, The ravens of the valley shall pick it out, And the young eagles shall eat it.
18 “Nitie gik moko adek mamiya awuoro ahinya, angʼwen ma ok anyal ngʼeyo tiendgi.
There are three things which are too wonderful for me, Yea, four which I know not:
19 Yor ongo e kor polo, yor thuol e kor lwanda, yor yie ei nam mogingore kod yor ngʼama wuowi gi nyako.
The way of an eagle in the air; The way of a serpent upon a rock; The way of a ship in the midst of the sea; And the way of a man with a maiden.
20 “Ma e yor dhako ma jachode: Ochiemo to bangʼe oyweyo dhoge, mi owach ni, ‘Ok asetimo gimoro marach.’
So is the way of an adulterous woman; She eateth, and wipeth her mouth, And saith, I have done no wickedness.
21 “Nitie gik moko adek mateto piny, to kuom gik moko angʼwen piny ok nyal yiego:
For three things the earth doth tremble, And for four, [which] it cannot bear:
22 misumba modoko ruodh piny, kata ngʼat mofuwo mochiemo moyiengʼ,
For a servant when he is king; And a fool when he is filled with food;
23 moro en dhako ma ok oher to okende eka mogik jatich ma nyako ma omayo dhako mondike dichwo.
For an odious woman when she is married; And a handmaid that is heir to her mistress.
24 “Gik moko angʼwen matindo ni e piny, to kata kamano giriek moloyo.
There are four things which are little upon the earth, But they are exceeding wise:
25 Biye gin chwech ma tekregi tin, to kata kamano gikano chiembgi e ndalo oro;
The ants are a people not strong, Yet they provide their food in the summer;
26 aidha bende gin le man-gi teko matin, to giloso gondgi e kind kite,
The conies are but a feeble folk, Yet make they their houses in the rocks;
27 kata bonyo onge ruodhgi, to ka giringo gidhiyo nyime kaachiel ka gichanore ka ogend lweny.
The locusts have no king, Yet go they forth all of them by bands;
28 Kamano olele bende inyalo mako gi lwedo, to iyude kodak e ute ruoth.
The lizard taketh hold with her hands, Yet is she in kings’ palaces.
29 “Nitie gik moko adek ma wuodhgi lich ka irango, chutho angʼwen maringo malich miwuoro.
There are three things which are stately in their march, Yea, four which are stately in going:
30 Sibuor, en ratego moloyo kuom le duto, kendo onge gimoro moluoro,
The lion, which is mightiest among beasts, And turneth not away for any;
31 thuon gweno magar ka dwaro gwere gi wadgi, nywok, kod ruoth gi oganda mar lweny moluoro bute.
The greyhound; the he-goat also; And the king against whom there is no rising up.
32 “Ka isetimo tim fuwo ma imiyori duongʼ kendi, kata ka isechano richo, to um dhogi gi lweti!
If thou hast done foolishly in lifting up thyself, Or if thou hast thought evil, [Lay] thy hand upon thy mouth.
33 Mana kaka puoyo chak kelo mo, kendo goyo um chwero remo, e kaka jiwo kecho kelo lweny.”
For the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, And the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood; So the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.
