Psalms 131

1 A Song of Ascents. David’s. O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs too wonderful for me.

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Mar Daudi. Ngʼayi onge e chunya, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, wangʼa bende ok tek; chunya ok chandre gi gik madongo, kata gi weche matek modhiera ngʼeyo.

2 Surely I have soothed and silenced my soul, —like a weaned child, concerning his mother, like a weaned child, concerning myself—mine own soul.

To abet mos kendo chunya okwe; mana ka nyathi ma pod dhoth molingʼ mos e bad min, ee, kaka nyathi ma kamano lingʼ mos, e kaka chunya bende olingʼ mos e iya.

3 Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, from this time forth, even to times age-abiding.

Yaye Israel, keturu genou kuom Jehova Nyasaye chakre tinende kendo nyaka chiengʼ.