Jonah 4
1 But this seemed very wrong to Jonah, and he was angry.
Ай о Иона холяйля, и лэсти када фартэ на чялиля.
2 And he made prayer to the Lord and said, O Lord, is this not what I said when I was still in my country? This is why I took care to go in flight to Tarshish: for I was certain that you were a loving God, full of pity, slow to be angry and great in mercy, and ready to be turned from your purpose of evil.
Вов ля тэ мангэлпэ лэ РАЕСТИ: — О РАЙ, най пала када ли мэ пхэнавас, кала сымас инке черэ? Важ када мэ и нашлэмастар андо Таршышо. Мэ ганав, кай Ту Дэл тынгуно и лашо, Ту бут тэрпис, най йито холяйвэс и барвало сан по камлимос тай на камэс тэ бишалэл э бида.
3 So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.
РАЙ, ай акана залэ мандар мэрно жувимос. Фэдэр мэ тэ мэрав, сар тэ жував.
4 And the Lord said, Have you any right to be angry?
О РАЙ пхэндя лэсти: — Трэбуй ли тути кадя тэ холяйвэс?
5 Then Jonah went out of the town, and took his seat on the east side of the town and made himself a roof of branches and took his seat under its shade till he saw what would become of the town.
О Иона вижыля анда форо и бэшля каринг о востоко лэ форостар. Вов стердя пэсти катуна, бэшля андэ вушал и ля таштярэл, со терлапэ лэ фороса.
6 And the Lord God made a vine come up over Jonah to give him shade over his head. And Jonah was very glad because of the vine.
О РАЙ Дэл стердя кадя, кай вибариля бари чяр, сави вазгляпэ понадэ Иона, соп э вушал понадэ лэско шэро тэ улэл лэсти холи. Вов сас фартэ лошало кала чяряти.
7 But early on the morning after, God made ready a worm for the destruction of the vine, and it became dry and dead.
Ай каринг э тэсара пэ авэр дес о Дэл бишалдя лэ чермэс. О чермо потхаля э бари чяр, и вой зашутиля.
8 Then when the sun came up, God sent a burning east wind: and so great was the heat of the sun on his head that Jonah was overcome, and, requesting death for himself, said, Death is better for me than life.
Кала ущиля о кхам, о Дэл бишалдя пхабарди восточно балвал, тай о кхам ля тэ пхабарэл о шэро лэ Ионаско кадя, со вов замэгнисайля. Вов закамля тэ мэрэл и пхэндя: — Фэдэр мэ тэ мэрав, сар тэ жував.
9 And the Lord said to Jonah, Have you any right to be angry about the vine? And he said, I have a right to be truly angry.
Ай о Дэл пхэндя лэ Ионасти: — Трэбуй ли тути кадя тэ холяйвэс палай бари чяр? — Трэбуй, — пхэндя о Иона, — най кати тэ холяйвав, ай и тэ мэрав.
10 And the Lord said, You had pity on the vine, for which you did no work and for the growth of which you were not responsible; which came up in a night and came to an end in a night;
О РАЙ пхэндя: — Тути тынг э чяр, пала сави ту ни на дикхлян, ни на барярдян. Вой важ екх рят вибариля, тай важ екх рят и хасайля.
11 And am I not to have mercy on Nineveh, that great town, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons without the power of judging between right and left, as well as much cattle?
Манди ли тэ на тынгой о баро форо Ниневия, кай бут ското тай майбут, сар шэл биш пхангля мануша, савэ на полэн, кай о лашымос, ай кай о вырыто?
