Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, [even] to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
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 dumb with silence, I held my peace, [even] from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
I kadukiedier ai lokaia o nenenlar o jolar inda duen peren a ai kalokolok lalaudalar.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: [ then] spake I with my tongue,
Monion i karakaradar nan kapedi, o ma i pan tamanda mepukat, a rajon kijiniai lulada; i ap lokaia kida lo i.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
Main, kotin padaki on ia, me maur i pan imwijokela, o imwi pan ai ran akan, me i pan jamoer.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] an handbreadth; and mine age [is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state [is] altogether vanity. (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 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not 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? my hope [is] in thee.
Ari Main, ij me i en auiaui? I kaporoporeki komui.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Dore ia la jan dip ai karoj, o kom der mueid on, me pweipwei kan en kaurur kin ia.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst [it].
I pan nenenla o jota jar pajan au ai, pwe kom kotin wiadar.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
Kotin katukiedi omui kaloko ia; pwe nai dupok kilar ai kalokolok pan lim omui.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man [is] vanity. (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 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I [am] a stranger with thee, [and] a sojourner, as all my fathers [were].
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 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Kom kotin muei jan ia, pwe i en kelailada, mon ai pan kokowei o jolar mia.
