< Jonah 4 >
1 And Jonas was exceedingly troubled, and was angry:
Када сля бари бида ды якхэн Ионасти. Вов фартэ холявэлас.
2 And he prayed to the Lord, and said: I beseech thee, O Lord, is not this what I said, when I was yet in my own country? therefore I went before to flee into Tharsis: for I know that thou art a gracious and merciful God, patient, and of much compassion, and easy to forgive evil.
Вов ачиля тэ мангэпэ РАЕСТИ: — РАЕ! Мэ ж дэдуманём пала када, кала мэ инте слём пэстэ цэрэ. Колэсти мэ нашлём ды Таршыш. Мэ джянавас, со Ту, Дэвла, тирэх лачимо, Ту доруно, бут вряма на холявэх, Ту барвало камлимаґа тай на камэх тэ бичялэ бида.
3 And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.
Екхатар, РАЕ, лэ мури води. Манди фэдэр тэ мэрэ, сар тэ джювэ.
4 And the Lord said: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry?
РАЙ пхэнда: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх?
5 Then Jonas went out of the city, and sat toward the east side of the city: and he made himself a booth there, and he sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would befall the city.
Иона выджиля форостар тай бэшля, тев восточно риг форостэ, стирда пэсти котэ катуна рандендар тай бэшля тала ла, дэ шалин, соб тэ удыкхэ, со авэла фороґа.
6 And the Lord God prepared an ivy, and it came up over the head of Jonas, to be a shadow over his head, and to cover him (for he was fatigued), and Jonas was exceeding glad of the ivy.
РАЙ Дэвэл прыпхэнда рандяти, и рандь подлиляпэ понад шэро Ионасти, соб вов тэ авэл ды шалин, тэ авэл лэсти мишто. Иона сля фартэ лошало.
7 But God prepared a worm, when the morning arose on the following day: and it struck the ivy and it withered.
Тала дэнзор Дэвэл бичялда термэ тэ подха кодыя рандь, тай вой зашутиля.
8 And when the sun was risen, the Lord commanded a hot and burning wind: and the sun beat upon the head of Jonas, and he broiled with the heat: and he desired for his soul that he might die, and said: It is better for me to die than to live.
Кала вщиля кхам, Дэвэл бичялда зорало, пхабардо балвал, тай кхам ачиля тэ пхабарэ шэро Ионасти, кади со лэсти ачиля бибахт. Вов мангля мэримо тай пхэнэлас: — Манди фэдэр тэ мэрэ, сар тэ джювэ.
9 And the Lord said to Jonas: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry, for the ivy? And he said: I am angry with reason even unto death.
Дэвэл пхэнда Ионасти: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх пала кадыя рандь? Вов пхэнда: — Мишто! На кацик тэ холявэ, нэ и тэ мэрэ.
10 And the Lord said: Thou art grieved for the ivy, for which thou hast not laboured, nor made it to grow, which in one night came up, and in one night perished.
Тунчи РАЙ пхэнда: — Тути дор кадыя рандь, пала савля ту на пхирэґас тай на тирдан бути. Ды екх рят рандь выбариля, тай ды екх рят вой хасиля.
11 And shall not I spare Ninive, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons that know not how to distinguish between their right hand and their left, and many beasts?
Манди ли на дор Ниневия, баро форо, ды саво фартэ бут хулаимо тай будэр тев шэл биш пхангля манушэн, савэ на джянэн, со мищимо, а со врытимо?