Psalms 39
1 For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
Nai kan, pwe i ender wia dip ki lo i. I pan jali pena au ai arain en me japun o mi re i.
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
I kadukiedier ai lokaia o nenenlar o jolar inda duen peren a ai kalokolok lalaudalar.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burnt. I spoke with my tongue:
Monion i karakaradar nan kapedi, o ma i pan tamanda mepukat, a rajon kijiniai lulada; i ap lokaia kida lo i.
4 “LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
Main, kotin padaki on ia, me maur i pan imwijokela, o imwi pan ai ran akan, me i pan jamoer.
5 Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (Selah)
Mani, ai ran akan dueta talap en pa en aramaj re omui; o maur i likamata jota meakot mo’mui. Melel aramaj, me kin keleki pein i, kin dueta adiniai.
6 “Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
Re kin alialu jili rajon mota, re kin katoutouki pein irail dodok mal. Re kin nanak pena ap jaja, ij me pan naineki.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
Ari Main, ij me i en auiaui? I kaporoporeki komui.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
Dore ia la jan dip ai karoj, o kom der mueid on, me pweipwei kan en kaurur kin ia.
9 I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
I pan nenenla o jota jar pajan au ai, pwe kom kotin wiadar.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Kotin katukiedi omui kaloko ia; pwe nai dupok kilar ai kalokolok pan lim omui.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (Selah)
Ma kom pan kaloke amen pweki dip a, mom a kajelel ap pan juedala likamada man en mot kanala. O meid mal aramaj karoj!
12 “Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
Main kom kotin ereki ni kapakap, o mani ai likwir, o der japaimokid ni ai janejan, pwe nai japwilim omui men kairu o pweledan omui wei men dueta jam ai kan karoj.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
Kom kotin muei jan ia, pwe i en kelailada, mon ai pan kokowei o jolar mia.
