Psalms 30

1 A PSALM. A SONG OF THE DEDICATION OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID. I exalt You, O YHWH, For You have drawn me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

Zaburi. Wer mar gwedho hekalu. Zaburi mar Daudi. Abiro tingʼi malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech ne igola e bur matut, kendo ne ok iyiene wasika mondo obed mamor kuoma.

2 My God YHWH, I have cried to You, And You heal me.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, ne aluongi mondo ikonya kendo ne ichanga.

3 YHWH, You have brought up my soul from Sheol, You have kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ne igola oko e liel, ne iresa kane oyudo aridora piny e bur matut mar joma otho. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to YHWH, you His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

Werneuru Jehova Nyasaye, un joge maler; pakuru nyinge maler.

5 For—a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His goodwill, At evening remains weeping, and at morning singing.

Nikech mirimbe bedo mana kuom kinde matin kende, to ngʼwonone osiko nyaka chiengʼ; ywak nyalo bedo gotieno to mor biro mana gokinyi.

6 And I have said in my ease, “I am not moved for all time.

Kane aparo ni adhi maber, ne awacho niya, “Onge gima biro bwoga.”

7 O YHWH, in Your good pleasure, You have caused strength to remain for my mountain,” You have hidden Your face—I have been troubled.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kane itimona ngʼwono, ne imiyo achungʼ motegno kaka got; to kane ipando wangʼi, to piny nochama.

8 To You, O YHWH, I call, And to YHWH I make supplication.

In ema ne aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; Ruoth Nyasaye ema ne aywakne mondo okecha.

9 “What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down to corruption? Does dust thank You? Does it declare Your truth?

“Ere ohala ma thona biro kelo, ere gima dhina e liel biro konyigo? Buru bende nyalo paki adier? Bende dohul adierani kasetho?

10 Hear, O YHWH, and favor me, O YHWH, be a helper to me.”

Winja, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kendo kecha; yaye Jehova Nyasaye bed konyruok mara.”

11 You have turned my mourning to dancing for me, You have loosed my sackcloth, And gird me [with] joy.

Ne iloko ywakna modoko miel; ne igolo lawa mar kuyo mi irwakona law mor,

12 So that glory praises You, and is not silent, O YHWH, my God, I thank You for all time!

mondo chunya owerni kendo kik olingʼ. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, abiro goyoni erokamano nyaka chiengʼ.