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.

A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, ne aluongi mondo ikonya kendo ne ichanga.

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

4 Werneuru Jehova Nyasaye, un joge maler; pakuru nyinge maler.

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

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 lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

6 Kane aparo ni adhi maber, ne awacho niya, “Onge gima biro bwoga.”

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

7 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kane itimona ngʼwono, ne imiyo achungʼ motegno kaka got; to kane ipando wangʼi, to piny nochama.

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

8 In ema ne aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; Ruoth Nyasaye ema ne aywakne mondo okecha.

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

10 Winja, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kendo kecha; yaye Jehova Nyasaye bed konyruok mara.”

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

11 Ne iloko ywakna modoko miel; ne igolo lawa mar kuyo mi irwakona law mor,

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

12 mondo chunya owerni kendo kik olingʼ. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, abiro goyoni erokamano nyaka chiengʼ.

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.