Psalms 39
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Yeduutuuniif. Faarfannaa Daawit. Ani akkana nan jedhe; “Ani karaa koo nan eeggadha; arraba koos cubbuu irraa nan ittisa; hamma namni hamaan na bira jiruttis, afaan kootti luugama nan kaaʼadha.”
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
Ani calʼisee akkuma duudaa nan taʼe; waan gaarii dubbachuu irraas of nan qusadhe; dhiphinni koo garuu ittuma caale;
3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
onneen koo na keessatti bulluqaa deeme; yeroo ani irra deddeebiʼee yaadettis ibiddi sun ni bobaʼe; anis arraba kootiin akkana jedheen dubbadhe:
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ati dhuma jireenya kootii na argisiisi; dheerina umurii kootiis na barsiisi; jireenyi koo akkam dafee akka darbus na beeksisi.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Kunoo, ati bara koo taakkuu tokkittii gooteerta; umuriin koos fuula kee duratti homaattuu hin hedamu; jireenyi nama hundumaas akkuma qilleensa shuf jedhee darbuu ti.
6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
Dhuguma iyyuu namni akkuma gaaddidduu deddeebiʼa; dhugumaan inni akkasumaan goolama; namni qabeenya ni kuusa; garuu eenyuuf akka walitti qabu hin beeku.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
“Egaa amma yaa Gooftaa, ani maalin eeggadha? Abdiin koo suma irra jira.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
Dogoggora koo hunda irraa na oolchi; nama gowwoonni itti kolfan na hin godhin.
9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
Ani duudaa dha; afaan koos hin saaqqadhu; kan waan kana godhe sumaatii.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
Ani rukuttaa harka keetiitiin dhumeeraatii; dhaʼicha kee narraa fuudhi.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Ati sababii cubbuu isaaniitiif namoota ifatta; ni adabdas; akkuma biliis qabeenya isaanii ni balleessita; dhugumaan namni hundinuu qilleensuma shuf jedhee darbuu dha.
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
“Yaa Waaqayyo, kadhannaa koo naa dhagaʼi; iyya ani gargaarsa barbaachaaf iyyus dhaggeeffadhu; booʼicha koos calʼistee hin ilaalin. Ani akka alagaatti si bira nan jiraadhaatii; akkuma abbootii koo hundumaattis ani nama biyya ormaa ti.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
Utuun godaanee lafa irraa hin dhabamin dura akkan deebiʼee gammaduuf, ija kee narraa deebifadhu.”
