Ecclesiastes 12
1 Remember your Creator while you are young, before days of trouble come and you grow old, saying, “I'm not enjoying life anymore.”
Paruru jachwechu kapod utindo, kendo kapok ndalo mag chandruok obiro, ma ubiro wachoe niya, “Onge gima tinde bernwa e piny.”
2 Before the light fades—sun, moon, and stars—and rain clouds return to darken the skies.
Mano en ndalo ma wangʼ chiengʼ, dwe kod sulwe lokore mudho, kendo angʼwengʼo kwako piny bangʼ ka koth osechwe.
3 Before the guards of the house tremble and the strong men are bent over, the grinders stop working because there are only a few left, and the ones looking through the windows only see dimly,
Jorito makonyou koro tetni, jou maroteke koro gumbo, rego biro chungʼ nikech jorego nok, kendo wengeu biro lokore boo ma ok unyal neno maber.
4 and the doors to the street are shut. Before the sound of the grinding mill grows low, and you wake up early when the birds are singing, but you can hardly hear them.
Dhorangeye momanyore gi wangʼ yore nolor kendo koko mar rego ok nowinjre maber; kendo kata mana ywak winy machiewou e nindo ok unuwinji.
5 Before you develop a fear of heights and worry about going out on the streets; when the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper crawls along, and desire fails, for everyone has to go to their eternal home as the mourners go up and down the street.
Ji noluor kuonde motingʼore gi malo kendo wuoth nobednigi matek e wangʼ yore. Maua mar oyungu thiewo kendo ongogo lak mondo odhi ocham it yien-no, to oyudo ka it yien-no onge gi ndhandhu. Kamano e kaka dhano dhiyo e dalane mosiko ka joywak to dengo e wangʼ yore.
6 Before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is broken; before the water jug is smashed at the spring, or the pulley is broken at the well.
Paruru jachwechu kapod utindo, kendo pok ndalo mar chandruok obiro e piny. Kik urit nyaka ubed joma onge paro gi rieko, kata teko mar timo gimoro,
7 Then the dust returns to the earth from which it came, and the breath of life returns to God who gave it.
e kinde ma lowo dok kuom lowo, to chuny dok ir Nyasaye mane ochweye.
8 “Everything passes! It's all so hard to understand!” says the Teacher.
Emomiyo an jayalo awacho niya, “Ngima en gima nono! Gik moko duto onge tiendgi!”
9 Not only was the Teacher a wise man, he also taught what he knew to others. He thought about many proverbs, studying them and arranging them.
Nikech jayalo ne riek, nopuonjo ji gik moko duto mane ongʼeyo. Noparo matut kendo omanyo mi ochano ngeche mangʼeny kaka owinjore.
10 The Teacher looked for the best way to explain things, writing truthfully and honestly.
Jayalo nomenyo mana mondo oyud weche makare, kendo gima nondiko noriere tir kendo adiera.
11 The words of the wise are like cattle prods. Their collected sayings are like nails driven home, given by one shepherd.
Weche joma riek jiwo mondo omi giti; to wechego kochoki to chalo gi ludh jokwadh makwayo rombe kata musmal mogur matek. Nyasaye ma jakwadhwa achiel kende ema osechiwo wechego.
12 In addition, my student, take care, for there's no end to book writing, and too much study wears you out.
Koro wuoda nitiere gimoro machielo ma bende onego ingʼe. Tich ndiko kitepe ok norum kendo somo mangʼeny biro olo pachi.
13 To sum up now that everything has been discussed: Respect God by keeping his commandments, for that's what everyone should do.
Gik moko duto koro osewinji, omiyo koro ma e wach mogik: Luor Nyasaye kendo rit chikene nimar ma e tich mane omi dhano.
14 God is going to judge us for everything we do, including what we do secretly, whether good or bad.
Nimar Nyasaye biro ngʼado bura ni tich moro amora, kaachiel gi gimoro amora mopondo, bed ni ober kata orach.
