Psalms 30
1 Saamu. Orin. Fún ìyàsímímọ́ Tẹmpili. Ti Dafidi. Èmi yóò kókìkí i rẹ, Olúwa, nítorí ìwọ ni ó gbé mi lékè tí ìwọ kò sì jẹ́ kí àwọn ọ̀tá mi kí ó yọ̀ mí.
A Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.
2 Olúwa Ọlọ́run mi, èmi ké pè ọ́ fún ìrànlọ́wọ́, ìwọ sì ti wò mí sàn.
O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.
3 Olúwa, ìwọ ti yọ ọkàn mi jáde kúrò nínú isà òkú, mú mi padà bọ̀ sípò alààyè kí èmi má ba à lọ sínú ihò. (Sheol h7585)
Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Kọ orin ìyìn sí Olúwa, ẹ̀yin olódodo; kí ẹ sì fi ọpẹ́ fún orúkọ rẹ̀ mímọ́.
Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.
5 Nítorí pé ìbínú rẹ̀ wà fún ìgbà díẹ̀, ojúrere rẹ̀ wà títí ayérayé; ẹkún lè pẹ́ títí di alẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n ayọ̀ yóò wá ní òwúrọ̀.
For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.
6 Ní ìgbà ayé mi, mo wí pé, “a kì yóò ṣí mi ní ipò padà.”
But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”
7 Nípa ojúrere rẹ, Olúwa, ìwọ ti gbé mi kalẹ̀ bí òkè tí ó ní agbára; ìwọ pa ojú rẹ mọ́, àyà sì fò mí.
O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.
8 Sí ọ Olúwa, ni mo ké pè é; àti sí Olúwa ni mo sọkún fún àánú:
To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.
9 “Èrè kí ni ó wà nínú ikú ìparun mi, nínú lílọ sí ihò mi? Eruku yóò a yìn ọ́ bí? Ǹjẹ́ yóò sọ nípa òdodo rẹ?
What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?
10 Gbọ́, Olúwa, kí o sì ṣàánú fún mi; ìwọ Olúwa, jẹ́ olùrànlọ́wọ́ mi.”
The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
11 Ìwọ ti yí ìkáàánú mi di ijó fún mi; ìwọ sì ti bọ́ aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ mi, o sì fi aṣọ ayọ̀ wọ̀ mí,
You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.
12 nítorí ìdí èyí ni kí ọkàn mi máa yìn ọ́, kí o má sì ṣe dákẹ́. Ìwọ Olúwa Ọlọ́run mi, èmi yóò máa fi ọpẹ́ fún ọ títí láé.
So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.
