Psalms 30
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Rabbiyow, waan ku sarraysiinayaa, waayo, kor baad iga yeeshay, Oo weliba igama aad dhigin in cadaawayaashaydu ii faanaan.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Rabbiyow, Ilaahayow, Waan kuu qayshaday oo adna waad i bogsiisay.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Rabbiyow, waxaad naftaydii kor uga qaadday She'ool, Oo waad i sii noolaysay si aanan yamayska ugu dhicin. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Quduusiintiisoy, Rabbiga ammaan ugu gabya, Oo mahad ku naqa magiciisa quduuska ah.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Waayo, cadhadiisu waa daqiiqad keliya, Laakiinse raallinimadiisu waa cimriga, Habeenka waxaa jirta oohin, Laakiinse aroorta farxad baa timaada.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Aniguse intaan barwaaqaysnaa waxaan idhi, Weligay dhaqdhaqaaqi maayo.
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Rabbiyow, raallinimadaada aawadeed ayaad buurtayda ka dhigtay inay si adag u taagnaato, Wejigaagaad qarisay, oo anna waan argaggaxay.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu soo qayshaday, Oo baryootankaygii waxaan gaadhsiiyey Rabbiga.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
Bal markaan yamayska ku dego, maxaa faa'iido ah oo dhiiggayga ku jirta? Ma ciiddaa ku ammaanaysa? Oo ma runtaaday sheegaysaa?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Rabbiyow, i maqal oo ii naxariiso, Rabbiyow, kaalmeeyahayga ahow.
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Baroortaydii waxaad iigu beddeshay cayaar, Oo dharkaygii joonyadaha ahaana waad iga furtay, oo waxaad ii guntisay farxad,
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
Taasuna waa si nafsaddaydu ay ammaan kuugu gabaydo, oo aanay u aamusin. Rabbiyow, Ilaahayow, weligayba waan kugu mahadnaqayaa.
