Jonah 4
1 And it is grievous to Jonah—a great evil—and he is displeased at it;
Када сля бари бида ды якхэн Ионасти. Вов фартэ холявэлас.
2 and he prays to YHWH, and he says, “Ah, now, O YHWH, is this not my word while I was in my own land—therefore I was beforehand [going] to flee to Tarshish—that I have known that You [are] a God, gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abundant in kindness, and relenting of evil?
Вов ачиля тэ мангэпэ РАЕСТИ: — РАЕ! Мэ ж дэдуманём пала када, кала мэ инте слём пэстэ цэрэ. Колэсти мэ нашлём ды Таршыш. Мэ джянавас, со Ту, Дэвла, тирэх лачимо, Ту доруно, бут вряма на холявэх, Ту барвало камлимаґа тай на камэх тэ бичялэ бида.
3 And now, O YHWH, please take my soul from me, for better [is] my death than my life.”
Екхатар, РАЕ, лэ мури води. Манди фэдэр тэ мэрэ, сар тэ джювэ.
4 And YHWH says, “Is doing good displeasing to you?”
РАЙ пхэнда: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх?
5 And Jonah goes forth from the city, and sits on the east of the city, and makes a shelter for himself there, and sits under it in the shade, until he sees what is in the city.
Иона выджиля форостар тай бэшля, тев восточно риг форостэ, стирда пэсти котэ катуна рандендар тай бэшля тала ла, дэ шалин, соб тэ удыкхэ, со авэла фороґа.
6 And YHWH God appoints a gourd, and causes it to come up over Jonah, to be a shade over his head, to give deliverance to him from his affliction, and Jonah rejoices because of the gourd [with] great joy.
РАЙ Дэвэл прыпхэнда рандяти, и рандь подлиляпэ понад шэро Ионасти, соб вов тэ авэл ды шалин, тэ авэл лэсти мишто. Иона сля фартэ лошало.
7 And God appoints a worm at the going up of the dawn on the next day, and it strikes the gourd, and it dries up.
Тала дэнзор Дэвэл бичялда термэ тэ подха кодыя рандь, тай вой зашутиля.
8 And it comes to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appoints a cutting east wind, and the sun strikes on the head of Jonah, and he wraps himself up, and asks for his soul to die, and says, “Better [is] my death than my life.”
Кала вщиля кхам, Дэвэл бичялда зорало, пхабардо балвал, тай кхам ачиля тэ пхабарэ шэро Ионасти, кади со лэсти ачиля бибахт. Вов мангля мэримо тай пхэнэлас: — Манди фэдэр тэ мэрэ, сар тэ джювэ.
9 And God says to Jonah: “Is doing good displeasing to you, because of the gourd?” And he says, “To do good is displeasing to me—to death.”
Дэвэл пхэнда Ионасти: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх пала кадыя рандь? Вов пхэнда: — Мишто! На кацик тэ холявэ, нэ и тэ мэрэ.
10 And YHWH says, “You have had pity on the gourd, for which you did not labor, neither did you nourish it, which came up [as] a son of night, and perished [as] a son of night,
Тунчи РАЙ пхэнда: — Тути дор кадыя рандь, пала савля ту на пхирэґас тай на тирдан бути. Ды екх рят рандь выбариля, тай ды екх рят вой хасиля.
11 and I—do I not have pity on Nineveh, the great city, in which there are more than one hundred twenty thousand of mankind, who have not known between their right hand and their left—and much livestock?”
Манди ли на дор Ниневия, баро форо, ды саво фартэ бут хулаимо тай будэр тев шэл биш пхангля манушэн, савэ на джянэн, со мищимо, а со врытимо?
