Zaburi 30
1 Zaburi. Wer mar gwedho hekalu. Zaburi mar Daudi. Abiro tingʼi malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech ne igola e bur matut, kendo ne ok iyiene wasika mondo obed mamor kuoma.
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, ne aluongi mondo ikonya kendo ne ichanga.
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
3 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ne igola oko e liel, ne iresa kane oyudo aridora piny e bur matut mar joma otho. (Sheol h7585)
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Werneuru Jehova Nyasaye, un joge maler; pakuru nyinge maler.
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
5 Nikech mirimbe bedo mana kuom kinde matin kende, to ngʼwonone osiko nyaka chiengʼ; ywak nyalo bedo gotieno to mor biro mana gokinyi.
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
6 Kane aparo ni adhi maber, ne awacho niya, “Onge gima biro bwoga.”
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kane itimona ngʼwono, ne imiyo achungʼ motegno kaka got; to kane ipando wangʼi, to piny nochama.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
8 In ema ne aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; Ruoth Nyasaye ema ne aywakne mondo okecha.
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
9 “Ere ohala ma thona biro kelo, ere gima dhina e liel biro konyigo? Buru bende nyalo paki adier? Bende dohul adierani kasetho?
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Winja, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kendo kecha; yaye Jehova Nyasaye bed konyruok mara.”
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11 Ne iloko ywakna modoko miel; ne igolo lawa mar kuyo mi irwakona law mor,
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 mondo chunya owerni kendo kik olingʼ. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, abiro goyoni erokamano nyaka chiengʼ.
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.
