Psalms 30

1 The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.

Zaburi. Wer mar gwedho hekalu. Zaburi mar Daudi. Abiro tingʼi malo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech ne igola e bur matut, kendo ne ok iyiene wasika mondo obed mamor kuoma.

2 Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, ne aluongi mondo ikonya kendo ne ichanga.

3 Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ne igola oko e liel, ne iresa kane oyudo aridora piny e bur matut mar joma otho. (Sheol h7585)

4 Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.

Werneuru Jehova Nyasaye, un joge maler; pakuru nyinge maler.

5 For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.

Nikech mirimbe bedo mana kuom kinde matin kende, to ngʼwonone osiko nyaka chiengʼ; ywak nyalo bedo gotieno to mor biro mana gokinyi.

6 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.

Kane aparo ni adhi maber, ne awacho niya, “Onge gima biro bwoga.”

7 Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kane itimona ngʼwono, ne imiyo achungʼ motegno kaka got; to kane ipando wangʼi, to piny nochama.

8 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.

In ema ne aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; Ruoth Nyasaye ema ne aywakne mondo okecha.

9 What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?

“Ere ohala ma thona biro kelo, ere gima dhina e liel biro konyigo? Buru bende nyalo paki adier? Bende dohul adierani kasetho?

10 The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.

Winja, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kendo kecha; yaye Jehova Nyasaye bed konyruok mara.”

11 Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.

Ne iloko ywakna modoko miel; ne igolo lawa mar kuyo mi irwakona law mor,

12 That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.

mondo chunya owerni kendo kik olingʼ. Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Nyasacha, abiro goyoni erokamano nyaka chiengʼ.