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.
Words of a Gatherer, son of an obedient one, the declaration, an affirmation of the man: — I have wearied myself [for] God, I have wearied myself [for] God, and am consumed.
2 Chutho afuwo ahinya ma ok awinjora bedo dhano; ok an kod ngʼeyo tiend wach mar dhano.
For I am more brutish than any one, And have not the understanding of a man.
3 Ok asepuonjora rieko, kata ngʼeyo mar Nyasaye, ma en Jal Maler Moloyo, bende aongego.
Nor have I learned wisdom, Yet the knowledge of Holy Ones I know.
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 went up to heaven, and cometh down? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound waters in a garment? Who established all ends of the earth? What [is] His name? and what His son's name? Surely thou knowest!
5 “Wach ka wach moa kuom Nyasaye en adier; Nyasaye en okumba ne jogo mopondo kuome.
Every saying of God [is] tried, A shield He [is] to those trusting in Him.
6 Kik imed gimoro e wachne, to nono obiro kwedi mi onyis ni in ja-miriambo.
Add not to His words, lest He reason with thee, And thou hast been found false.
7 “Gik moko ariyo makwayi; yaye Jehova Nyasaye; kik itama biro buti kapok atho.
Two things I have asked from Thee, Withhold not from me before I die.
8 Mi wuond gi miriambo obed mabor koda; kik imiya chan kata mwandu, to miya mana chiemba mapile.
Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,
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 become satiated, and have denied, And have said, 'Who [is] Jehovah?' And lest I be poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the name of my God.
10 “Kik iwuo marach kuom jatich ne ngʼat mondike nono to obiro kwongʼi, mi iyud chandruok.
Accuse not a servant unto his lord, Lest he disesteem thee, and thou be found guilty.
11 “Nitie jogo makwongʼo wuonegi kendo ok gwedh minegi;
A generation [is], that lightly esteemeth their father, And their mother doth not bless.
12 jogo ma paro giwegi ni giler to ok osepwodhgi kuom kethruokgi;
A generation — pure in their own eyes, But from their own filth not washed.
13 jogo ma wangʼ-gi tek masungore, manenogi richo;
A generation — how high are their eyes, Yea, 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.
A generation — swords [are] their teeth, And knives — their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from 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!’
To the leech [are] two daughters, 'Give, give, Lo, three things are not satisfied, Four have not said 'Sufficiency;'
Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth — it [is] not satisfied [with] water, And fire — it hath not said, 'Sufficiency,' (Sheol h7585)
17 “Wangʼ ma jaro wuoro, ma dagi winjo wach miyo, ibiro lodho oko kod agak manie holo, ibiro chamgi gi achudhe.
An eye that mocketh at a father, And despiseth to obey a mother, Dig it out do ravens of the valley, And eat it do young eagles.
18 “Nitie gik moko adek mamiya awuoro ahinya, angʼwen ma ok anyal ngʼeyo tiendgi.
Three things have been too wonderful for me, Yea, four that I have not known:
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 the eagle in the heavens, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the heart of the sea, And the way of a man in youth.
20 “Ma e yor dhako ma jachode: Ochiemo to bangʼe oyweyo dhoge, mi owach ni, ‘Ok asetimo gimoro marach.’
So — the way of an adulterous woman, She hath eaten and hath wiped her mouth, And hath said, 'I have not done iniquity.'
21 “Nitie gik moko adek mateto piny, to kuom gik moko angʼwen piny ok nyal yiego:
For three things hath earth been troubled, And for four — it is not able to bear:
22 misumba modoko ruodh piny, kata ngʼat mofuwo mochiemo moyiengʼ,
For a servant when he reigneth, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,
23 moro en dhako ma ok oher to okende eka mogik jatich ma nyako ma omayo dhako mondike dichwo.
For a hated one when she ruleth, And a maid-servant when she succeedeth her mistress.
24 “Gik moko angʼwen matindo ni e piny, to kata kamano giriek moloyo.
Four [are] little ones of earth, And they are made wiser than the wise:
25 Biye gin chwech ma tekregi tin, to kata kamano gikano chiembgi e ndalo oro;
The ants [are] a people not strong, And they prepare in summer their food,
26 aidha bende gin le man-gi teko matin, to giloso gondgi e kind kite,
Conies [are] a people not strong, And they place in a rock their house,
27 kata bonyo onge ruodhgi, to ka giringo gidhiyo nyime kaachiel ka gichanore ka ogend lweny.
A king there is not to the locust, And it goeth out — each one shouting,
28 Kamano olele bende inyalo mako gi lwedo, to iyude kodak e ute ruoth.
A spider with two hands taketh hold, And is in the palaces of a king.
29 “Nitie gik moko adek ma wuodhgi lich ka irango, chutho angʼwen maringo malich miwuoro.
Three there are going well, Yea, four are good in going:
30 Sibuor, en ratego moloyo kuom le duto, kendo onge gimoro moluoro,
An old lion — mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,
31 thuon gweno magar ka dwaro gwere gi wadgi, nywok, kod ruoth gi oganda mar lweny moluoro bute.
A girt one of the loins, or a he-goat, And a king — no rising up with him.
32 “Ka isetimo tim fuwo ma imiyori duongʼ kendi, kata ka isechano richo, to um dhogi gi lweti!
If thou hast been foolish in lifting up thyself, And if thou hast devised evil — hand to 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 out butter, And the wringing of the nose bringeth out blood, And the forcing of anger bringeth out strife!
