Jonah 4
1 And it was vexing unto Jonah, with a great vexation, —and it angered him.
Када сля бари бида ды якхэн Ионасти. Вов фартэ холявэлас.
2 So he prayed unto Yahweh, and said—Ah now! Yahweh! Was not, this, my word, while I was yet upon mine own soil? For this cause, did I hasten to flee unto Tarshish, —because I knew that, thou, art a GOD of favour and compassion, slow to anger, and abundant in lovingkindness, and art grieved over calamity.
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 Now, therefore, O Yahweh, take, I pray thee, my life from me, —for it were better for me, to die, than, to live.
Екхатар, РАЕ, лэ мури води. Манди фэдэр тэ мэрэ, сар тэ джювэ.
4 Then said Yahweh, Art thou rightly angry?
РАЙ пхэнда: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх?
5 But Jonah, went forth, out of the city, and abode on the east side of the city; and made for himself there, a hut, and sat under it, in the shade, until he should see what would become of 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 Now Yahweh God appointed a gourd, and caused it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to deliver him from his vexation, —and Jonah rejoiced over the gourd, with great rejoicing.
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 But God appointed a worm, at the uprisings of the dawn, the next day, —and it smote the gourd, that it withered.
Тала дэнзор Дэвэл бичялда термэ тэ подха кодыя рандь, тай вой зашутиля.
8 And it came to pass, at the breaking forth of the sun, that God appointed a sultry east wind, and the sun smote upon the head of Jonah, that he became faint, —and asked his life, that he might die, and said, It were better for me, to die, than, to live.
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 Then said God unto Jonah, Art thou rightly angry over the gourd? And he said, I am rightly angry, unto death.
Дэвэл пхэнда Ионасти: — Мишто када, со ту холявэх пала кадыя рандь? Вов пхэнда: — Мишто! На кацик тэ холявэ, нэ и тэ мэрэ.
10 Then said Yahweh, Thou, wouldest have spared the gourd, for which thou hadst not toiled, neither hadst thou made it grow, —which, as the off-spring of a night, came up, and, as the offspring of a night, perished;
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 was not, I, to spare Nineveh, the great city, —wherein are more than twelve times ten thousand human beings, who cannot discern between their right hand and their left, besides much cattle?
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?
