Proverbs 30
1 Words of Agur, son of Jakeh, the burden, a declaration of the man to Ithiel—to Ithiel and Ucal: I have wearied myself [for] God, I have wearied myself [for] God, and am consumed.
Magi e weche mag Agur wuod Jake, ma gin weche matut. Magi e weche ma Agur wachone Ithiel; adier owuoyo ne Ithiel niya, “Aol marumo, yaye Nyasaye, to pod anyalo wuoyo.
2 For I am more brutish than anyone, And do not have the understanding of a man.
Chutho afuwo ahinya ma ok awinjora bedo dhano; ok an kod ngʼeyo tiend wach mar dhano.
3 Nor have I learned wisdom, Yet I know the knowledge of the Holy Ones.
Ok asepuonjora rieko, kata ngʼeyo mar Nyasaye, ma en Jal Maler Moloyo, bende aongego.
4 Who went up to the heavens, and comes down? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has bound waters in a garment? Who established all ends of the earth? What [is] His Name? And what [is] His Son’s Name? Surely you know!
En ngʼa mosedhi e polo kendo olor piny? En ngʼa mosechoko yamo moketo ei lwete? En ngʼa mosechoko pi gi lawe kata mosepimo giko mar tungʼ piny? Nyinge to en ngʼa, koso wuode to nyinge ngʼa? Nyisa ane ka ingʼeyo!
5 Every saying of God [is] tried, He [is] a shield to those trusting in Him.
“Wach ka wach moa kuom Nyasaye en adier; Nyasaye en okumba ne jogo mopondo kuome.
6 Do not add to His words, lest He reason with you, And you have been found false.
Kik imed gimoro e wachne, to nono obiro kwedi mi onyis ni in ja-miriambo.
7 Two things I have asked from You, Do not withhold from me before I die.
“Gik moko ariyo makwayi; yaye Jehova Nyasaye; kik itama biro buti kapok atho.
8 Put vanity and a lying word far from me, Do not give poverty or wealth to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,
Mi wuond gi miriambo obed mabor koda; kik imiya chan kata mwandu, to miya mana chiemba mapile.
9 Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, “Who [is] YHWH?” And lest I am poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the Name of my God.
Nimar, ka ok kamano, to anyalo bedo gi mwandu mangʼeny mi akwedi ka awacho ni, ‘Jehova Nyasaye to en ngʼa?’ Kata anyalo bedo jachan mi akwel, mi ami nying Nyasacha wichkuot.
10 Do not accuse a servant to his lord, Lest he disapprove of you, and you are found guilty.
“Kik iwuo marach kuom jatich ne ngʼat mondike nono to obiro kwongʼi, mi iyud chandruok.
11 A generation lightly esteems their father, And does not bless their mother.
“Nitie jogo makwongʼo wuonegi kendo ok gwedh minegi;
12 A generation—pure in their own eyes, But not washed from their own filth.
jogo ma paro giwegi ni giler to ok osepwodhgi kuom kethruokgi;
13 A generation—how high are their eyes, Indeed, their eyelids are lifted up.
jogo ma wangʼ-gi tek masungore, manenogi richo;
14 A generation—their teeth [are] swords, And their jaw-teeth [are] knives, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from [among] men.
joma lekegi chalo gi ligangla kendo nyipongʼ lekegi chalo pelni mabitho, mar chamo jochan manie piny, kod joma odhier manie dier ji.
15 To the leech [are] two daughters—Give! Give! Behold, three things are not satisfied, Four have not said “Sufficiency”;
“Chwe nigi nyiri ariyo. Giywak ni, ‘Miwa! Miwa!’ “Nitie gik moko adek ma ok rom ngangʼ! Angʼwen ma ok wach ni, ‘Oromo!’
16 Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth—it [is] not satisfied [with] water, And fire—it has not said, “Sufficiency,” (Sheol h7585)
Gin liel, ich ma ok onywol, lowo ma pi ok rom, kata mach ma ok wach ni, ‘Oromo!’ (Sheol h7585)
17 An eye that mocks at a father, And despises to obey a mother, Ravens of the valley dig it out, And young eagles eat it.
“Wangʼ ma jaro wuoro, ma dagi winjo wach miyo, ibiro lodho oko kod agak manie holo, ibiro chamgi gi achudhe.
18 Three things have been too wonderful for me, Indeed, four that I have not known:
“Nitie gik moko adek mamiya awuoro ahinya, angʼwen ma ok anyal ngʼeyo tiendgi.
19 The way of the eagle in the heavens, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the heart of the sea, And the way of a man in youth.
Yor ongo e kor polo, yor thuol e kor lwanda, yor yie ei nam mogingore kod yor ngʼama wuowi gi nyako.
20 So—the way of an adulterous woman, She has eaten and has wiped her mouth, And has said, “I have not done iniquity.”
“Ma e yor dhako ma jachode: Ochiemo to bangʼe oyweyo dhoge, mi owach ni, ‘Ok asetimo gimoro marach.’
21 For three things has earth been troubled, And for four—it is not able to bear:
“Nitie gik moko adek mateto piny, to kuom gik moko angʼwen piny ok nyal yiego:
22 For a servant when he reigns, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,
misumba modoko ruodh piny, kata ngʼat mofuwo mochiemo moyiengʼ,
23 For a hated one when she rules, And a maidservant when she succeeds her mistress.
moro en dhako ma ok oher to okende eka mogik jatich ma nyako ma omayo dhako mondike dichwo.
24 Four [are] little ones of earth, And they are made wiser than the wise:
“Gik moko angʼwen matindo ni e piny, to kata kamano giriek moloyo.
25 The ants [are] a people not strong, And they prepare their food in summer,
Biye gin chwech ma tekregi tin, to kata kamano gikano chiembgi e ndalo oro;
26 hyraxes [are] a people not strong, And they place their house in a rock,
aidha bende gin le man-gi teko matin, to giloso gondgi e kind kite,
27 There is no king to the locust, And it goes out—each one shouting,
kata bonyo onge ruodhgi, to ka giringo gidhiyo nyime kaachiel ka gichanore ka ogend lweny.
28 A spider with two hands takes hold, And is in the palaces of a king.
Kamano olele bende inyalo mako gi lwedo, to iyude kodak e ute ruoth.
29 There are three going well, Indeed, four are good in going:
“Nitie gik moko adek ma wuodhgi lich ka irango, chutho angʼwen maringo malich miwuoro.
30 An old lion—mighty among beasts, That does not turn back from the face of any,
Sibuor, en ratego moloyo kuom le duto, kendo onge gimoro moluoro,
31 A girt one of the loins, Also a male goat, And a king—troops with him.
thuon gweno magar ka dwaro gwere gi wadgi, nywok, kod ruoth gi oganda mar lweny moluoro bute.
32 If you have been foolish in lifting yourself up, And if you have devised evil—hand to mouth!
“Ka isetimo tim fuwo ma imiyori duongʼ kendi, kata ka isechano richo, to um dhogi gi lweti!
33 For the churning of milk brings out butter, And the wringing of the nose brings out blood, And the forcing of anger brings out strife!
Mana kaka puoyo chak kelo mo, kendo goyo um chwero remo, e kaka jiwo kecho kelo lweny.”
