Psalms 30

1 A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

Zaburi. Wer mar gwedho hekalu. Zaburi mar Daudi. Abiro tingʼi malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech ne igola e bur matut, kendo ne ok iyiene wasika mondo obed mamor kuoma.

2 O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, ne aluongi mondo ikonya kendo ne ichanga.

3 O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ne igola oko e liel, ne iresa kane oyudo aridora piny e bur matut mar joma otho. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

Werneuru Jehova Nyasaye, un joge maler; pakuru nyinge maler.

5 For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

Nikech mirimbe bedo mana kuom kinde matin kende, to ngʼwonone osiko nyaka chiengʼ; ywak nyalo bedo gotieno to mor biro mana gokinyi.

6 And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

Kane aparo ni adhi maber, ne awacho niya, “Onge gima biro bwoga.”

7 For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kane itimona ngʼwono, ne imiyo achungʼ motegno kaka got; to kane ipando wangʼi, to piny nochama.

8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

In ema ne aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; Ruoth Nyasaye ema ne aywakne mondo okecha.

9 What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

“Ere ohala ma thona biro kelo, ere gima dhina e liel biro konyigo? Buru bende nyalo paki adier? Bende dohul adierani kasetho?

10 Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

Winja, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kendo kecha; yaye Jehova Nyasaye bed konyruok mara.”

11 Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

Ne iloko ywakna modoko miel; ne igolo lawa mar kuyo mi irwakona law mor,

12 Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.

mondo chunya owerni kendo kik olingʼ. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, abiro goyoni erokamano nyaka chiengʼ.