Psalms 6

1 Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

Kuom jatend wer. Miwero gi gig wer man-gi tondegi. Kaluwore gi sheminith. Zaburi Mar Daudi. Kik ikwera, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ka iyi owangʼ kata kum kik ikuma ka mirima omaki.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

Kecha, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech aol; changa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech chokena rama malit.

3 And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Chunya winjo malit. Nyaka karangʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nyaka karangʼo?

4 Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

Lokri, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, mondo iresa; resa nikech herani ma ok rum.

5 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? (Sheol h7585)

Onge ngʼama nyalo pari ka osetho. En ngʼa madi paki gi ei liel? (Sheol h7585)

6 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

Chur ma achurgo ojonya otieno duto abudo kitandana gi ywak, kendo pi wangʼa olwoko piendena.

7 My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Wengena ool nikech lit ma an-go; ok ginen maber nikech wasika duto.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Ayiuru buta, un duto ji matimo richo, nikech Jehova Nyasaye osewinjo ywakna.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

Jehova Nyasaye osewinjo ywak mar kwayo kech; Jehova Nyasaye orwako lamo mara.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

Wasika duto wigi biro kuot kendo gibiro hum nono; gibiro dok chien apoya nono gi wichkuot.