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.”
Kuom jatend wer. Ne Jeduthun. Zaburi mar Daudi. Ne awacho niya, “Abiro ritora e yorena, kendo abiro rito lewa kik wach richo; abiro tweyo dhoga gi tol kinde duto ma joma timbegi richo ni buta.”
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
To e seche mane ok awuo kendo alingʼ mos, kane ok awach gimoro amora maber, pek manie chunya nomedore.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:
Chunya nodoko maliet e iya kendo kane amedo paro matut, to nomedo bedo malit; eka ne atingʼo dhoga mi awuoyo:
4 “LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nyisa giko mar ngimana bende nyisa kar romb ndalona; mondo abed ka angʼeyo ni ndalona kadho piyo.
5 Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (Selah)
Iseketo ndalona obedo machiek ka bad dhano; kar romb higni maga ok gimoro e nyimi, ngima dhano ka dhano en mana muya nono. (Sela)
6 “Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
Dhano en mana tipo makadho kata ka owuotho koni gi koni, orikni gi tijene mapile kayiem; ochoko mwandu mathoth ka ok ongʼeyo ngʼama obiro weyonegi.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
To koro, yaye Ruoth, en angʼo ma amanyo? Genona aketo kuomi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
Resa kuom ketho maga duto; kik imi abedi ngʼama joma ofuwo jaro.
9 I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
Ne alingʼ alingʼa, kendo ne ok anyal yawo dhoga mondo awuo, nikech in ema isetimo ma.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Gol chwat ma isechwadago oko; goch ma lweti goyago ohinga.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (Selah)
Ikwero ji kikumogi nikech richogi; itieko mwandugi mana kaka thuth tieko oduma, dhano ka dhano en mana muya nono. (Sela)
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.
Winj lamona, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, chik iti ni lamona ma adwarogo kony; kik idin iti ne ywakna, nikech adak kodi mana ka japiny moro, an mana wendo kaka kwerena duto ne gin.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
We ngʼiya, mondo achak abed moil kendo kapok adar aweyo pinyni mi alal e wangʼ ji.
