Psalms 39
1 For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
Nai kan, pwe i ender wia dip ki lo i. I pan jali pena au ai arain en me japun o mi re i.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
I kadukiedier ai lokaia o nenenlar o jolar inda duen peren a ai kalokolok lalaudalar.
3 My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned; [Then] spake I with my tongue:
Monion i karakaradar nan kapedi, o ma i pan tamanda mepukat, a rajon kijiniai lulada; i ap lokaia kida lo i.
4 Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
Main, kotin padaki on ia, me maur i pan imwijokela, o imwi pan ai ran akan, me i pan jamoer.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Mani, ai ran akan dueta talap en pa en aramaj re omui; o maur i likamata jota meakot mo’mui. Melel aramaj, me kin keleki pein i, kin dueta adiniai.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Re kin alialu jili rajon mota, re kin katoutouki pein irail dodok mal. Re kin nanak pena ap jaja, ij me pan naineki.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
Ari Main, ij me i en auiaui? I kaporoporeki komui.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Dore ia la jan dip ai karoj, o kom der mueid on, me pweipwei kan en kaurur kin ia.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.
I pan nenenla o jota jar pajan au ai, pwe kom kotin wiadar.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Kotin katukiedi omui kaloko ia; pwe nai dupok kilar ai kalokolok pan lim omui.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
Ma kom pan kaloke amen pweki dip a, mom a kajelel ap pan juedala likamada man en mot kanala. O meid mal aramaj karoj!
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Main kom kotin ereki ni kapakap, o mani ai likwir, o der japaimokid ni ai janejan, pwe nai japwilim omui men kairu o pweledan omui wei men dueta jam ai kan karoj.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
Kom kotin muei jan ia, pwe i en kelailada, mon ai pan kokowei o jolar mia.
