Psalms 39
1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
Kuom jatend wer. Ne Jeduthun. Zaburi mar Daudi. Ne awacho niya, “Abiro ritora e yorena, kendo abiro rito lewa kik wach richo; abiro tweyo dhoga gi tol kinde duto ma joma timbegi richo ni buta.”
2 I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
To e seche mane ok awuo kendo alingʼ mos, kane ok awach gimoro amora maber, pek manie chunya nomedore.
3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Chunya nodoko maliet e iya kendo kane amedo paro matut, to nomedo bedo malit; eka ne atingʼo dhoga mi awuoyo:
4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nyisa giko mar ngimana bende nyisa kar romb ndalona; mondo abed ka angʼeyo ni ndalona kadho piyo.
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Iseketo ndalona obedo machiek ka bad dhano; kar romb higni maga ok gimoro e nyimi, ngima dhano ka dhano en mana muya nono. (Sela)
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
Dhano en mana tipo makadho kata ka owuotho koni gi koni, orikni gi tijene mapile kayiem; ochoko mwandu mathoth ka ok ongʼeyo ngʼama obiro weyonegi.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
To koro, yaye Ruoth, en angʼo ma amanyo? Genona aketo kuomi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Resa kuom ketho maga duto; kik imi abedi ngʼama joma ofuwo jaro.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
Ne alingʼ alingʼa, kendo ne ok anyal yawo dhoga mondo awuo, nikech in ema isetimo ma.
10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Gol chwat ma isechwadago oko; goch ma lweti goyago ohinga.
11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
Ikwero ji kikumogi nikech richogi; itieko mwandugi mana kaka thuth tieko oduma, dhano ka dhano en mana muya nono. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
Winj lamona, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, chik iti ni lamona ma adwarogo kony; kik idin iti ne ywakna, nikech adak kodi mana ka japiny moro, an mana wendo kaka kwerena duto ne gin.
13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
We ngʼiya, mondo achak abed moil kendo kapok adar aweyo pinyni mi alal e wangʼ ji.
