Jonah 4
1 And Jonas was turmentid with greet turment, and was wrooth.
To Jona nokecho ahinya makoro ne oonge gi mor e chunye.
2 And he preiede the Lord, and seide, Lord, Y biseche, whether this is not my word, whanne Y was yit in my lond? For this thing Y purposide, for to fle in to Tharsis; for Y woot, that thou, God, art meke and merciful, pacient, and of merciful doyng, and foryyuynge on malice.
Nolamo Jehova Nyasaye kowacho niya, “Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, donge ma e gima ne awacho kane pod an thurwa, ma bende ema nomiyo aringo piyo kachomo Tarshish, ne angʼeyo ni in Nyasaye ma jangʼwono kendo ma jakech, ihori mos kendo herani ogundho, Nyasaye maweyo kelo kum.
3 And now, Lord, Y preie, take my soule fro me; for deth is betere to me than lijf.
Omiyo koro sani, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kaw ngimana oa e piny nikech ber katho moloyo dongʼ kangima.”
4 And the Lord seide, Gessist thou, whether thou art wel wrooth?
To Jehova Nyasaye nodwoko niya, “Bende in gi ratiro mondo iyi owangʼ?”
5 And Jonas wente out of the citee, and sat ayens the eest of the citee, and made to hym a schadewyng place there; and sat vndur it in schadewe, til he sai what bifelle to the citee.
Jona nowuok modhi obedo piny yor wuok chiengʼ mar dala maduongʼno, mi nogero kiru kanyo nobetie tipone koyweyo kendo korito neno gima dhi timore ne dalano.
6 And the Lord God made redy an yuy, and it stiede vp on the heed of Jonas, that schadewe were on his heed, and kyueride hym; for he hadde trauelid. And Jonas was glad on the yuy, with greet gladnesse.
To Jehova Nyasaye nomiyo otanglo otwi modongo kendo oumo Jona mondo okel tipo ne wiye, ma dimi obed gi kwe, mi Jona nopongʼ gi mor kuom otanglono.
7 And God made redi a worm, in stiyng up of grei dai on the morewe; and it smoot the yuy, and it driede up.
To kane ochopo kogwen kinyne, Nyasaye ne omiyo kudni ochwoyo otanglono, mi notwo.
8 And whanne the sunne was risun, the Lord comaundide to the hoot wynd and brennyng; and the sunne smoot on the heed of Jonas, and he swalide. And he axide to his soule that he schulde die, and seide, It is betere to me for to die, than for to lyue.
Kane chiengʼ owuok gokinyi, Nyasaye nokelo yamo maliet moa yo wuok chiengʼ, mi chiengʼ ochamo wi Jona, kendo chiengʼno nomiyo dende onyosore. Kuom mano, nogombo mondo otho, kowacho niya, “Dine obedo maber katho moloyo bedo mangima.”
9 And the Lord seide to Jonas, Gessist thou, whether thou art wel wrooth on the yuy? And he seide, Y am wel wrooth, til to the deth.
To Nyasaye nowachone Jona niya, “Bende in gi ratiro mar kecho nikech otanglo?” To nodwoko niya, “Ee, ber ka akecho, kendo iya owangʼ ahinya, monego atho.”
10 And the Lord seide, Thou art sori on the yuy, in which thou trauelidist not, nether madist that it wexide, which was growun vndur o nyyt, and perischide in o nyyt.
To Jehova Nyasaye nowacho niya, “Isebedo kigeno kuom otangloni, mane ok irito kata ne ok imiyo dongo, ne owuok mi odongo otieno achiel, kendo otho otieno machielo.
11 And schal Y not spare the grete citee Nynyue, in which ben more than sixe score thousynde of men, which witen not what is betwixe her riyt half and left, and many beestis?
To an donge dakech Nineve dala maduongʼ man kod ji alufu mia achiel kod piero ariyo ma ok nyal pogo lwetgi ma korachwich gi ma koracham kaachiel kod jambgi mangʼeny?”
