Psalms 39
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
Nai kan, pwe i ender wia dip ki lo i. I pan jali pena au ai arain en me japun o mi re i.
2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
I kadukiedier ai lokaia o nenenlar o jolar inda duen peren a ai kalokolok lalaudalar.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
Monion i karakaradar nan kapedi, o ma i pan tamanda mepukat, a rajon kijiniai lulada; i ap lokaia kida lo i.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
Main, kotin padaki on ia, me maur i pan imwijokela, o imwi pan ai ran akan, me i pan jamoer.
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
Mani, ai ran akan dueta talap en pa en aramaj re omui; o maur i likamata jota meakot mo’mui. Melel aramaj, me kin keleki pein i, kin dueta adiniai.
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
Re kin alialu jili rajon mota, re kin katoutouki pein irail dodok mal. Re kin nanak pena ap jaja, ij me pan naineki.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
Ari Main, ij me i en auiaui? I kaporoporeki komui.
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Dore ia la jan dip ai karoj, o kom der mueid on, me pweipwei kan en kaurur kin ia.
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
I pan nenenla o jota jar pajan au ai, pwe kom kotin wiadar.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Kotin katukiedi omui kaloko ia; pwe nai dupok kilar ai kalokolok pan lim omui.
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
Ma kom pan kaloke amen pweki dip a, mom a kajelel ap pan juedala likamada man en mot kanala. O meid mal aramaj karoj!
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
Main kom kotin ereki ni kapakap, o mani ai likwir, o der japaimokid ni ai janejan, pwe nai japwilim omui men kairu o pweledan omui wei men dueta jam ai kan karoj.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
Kom kotin muei jan ia, pwe i en kelailada, mon ai pan kokowei o jolar mia.
