Jonah 2
1 Then Jonah made prayer to the Lord his God from the inside of the fish, and said,
Кала Иона сля ды пэр мачестэ, вов помангляпэ РАЕСТИ, пэхкирэ Дэвлэсти.
2 In my trouble I was crying to the Lord, and he gave me an answer; out of the deepest underworld I sent up a cry, and you gave ear to my voice. (Sheol h7585)
Вов пхэнда: — Ды бида мэ типисилём РАЕСТИ, и Вов задэдуманя мандэ. Мэ затиписилём кола люмлятар мулэндар — тай Ту ушундан муро гласо. (Sheol h7585)
3 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
Ту обмуклян ман фартэ тэлэ ды пане, вой тирёлас тай подлэласпэ понад муро шэро.
4 And I said, I have been sent away from before your eyes; how may I ever again see your holy Temple?
Мэ пхэндом: «Отчюто мэ Тирэ якхэндар, нэ всаекх мэ джянав, со мэ удыкхава свэнто Тиро цэр».
5 The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.
Пани ушаравда ман, чяря панестар обкхувдэ муро шэро.
6 I went down to the bases of the mountains; as for the earth, her walls were about me for ever: but you have taken up my life from the underworld, O Lord my God.
Мэ тэлэ пхув сджилём, тев барён плая, тай удара затердэпэ пала ман, соб тэ на вымукэ ман вако. Нэ Ту, РАЙ, муро Дэвэл, вылилян ман хывьятар джюдэґа.
7 When my soul in me was overcome, I kept the memory of the Lord: and my prayer came in to you, into your holy Temple.
Кала джювимо муро мурдёлас, тай ачилёмпэ мэ би зорако, мэ РАЕ срапирдом, тай муро мангимо доджиля Тутэ, ды свэнто Тиро цэр.
8 The worshippers of false gods have given up their only hope.
Кола, ко тэлёл хохавнэ, шушэ дэвлэнди, прыдыне Тут.
9 But I will make an offering to you with the voice of praise; I will give effect to my oaths. Salvation is the Lord's.
А мэ ашаримахкирэ гласоґа анава Тути жэртва, со пхэндом англа Тут, стирава! Фирисаримо РАЕСТАР!
10 And at the Lord's order, the fish sent Jonah out of its mouth on to the dry land.
РАЙ пхэнда мачести, тай вов вычюта Иона мостар пы пхув.
