Psalms 130

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Aywakni ka an e chuny bur matut, yaye Jehova Nyasaye,

2 Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie iwinj dwonda. Chik iti ne ywakna ma aywaknigo mondo ikecha.

3 Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ka dine bed ni isiko iparo richo, ma ji timo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, to en ngʼa ma dichungʼ e nyimi ka ok bura oloyo?

4 But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

To kata kamano kuomi nitiere weyo richo; kuom mano watiyoni gi luor.

5 I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.

Arito Jehova Nyasaye, chunya rite kendo aketo genona kuom wachne.

6 I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.

Chunya rito Ruoth Nyasaye, moloyo kaka jorito rito ru piny, chunya riti, yaye Nyasaye, moloyo kaka jorito rito ru piny.

7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.

Yaye jo-Israel, keturu genou kuom Jehova Nyasaye, nimar Jehova Nyasaye nigi (hera) ma ok rem, kendo en ema owaro ji chuth.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

En owuon ema obiro waro jo-Israel kuom richogi duto.