< 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 Psalm [and] Song, [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Olúwa Ọlọ́run mi, èmi ké pè ọ́ fún ìrànlọ́wọ́, ìwọ sì ti wò mí sàn.
O LORD my God, I cried to thee, and thou hast 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 )
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Kọ orin ìyìn sí Olúwa, ẹ̀yin olódodo; kí ẹ sì fi ọpẹ́ fún orúkọ rẹ̀ mímọ́.
Sing to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the 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 his anger [endureth but] a moment; in his favor [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.
6 Ní ìgbà ayé mi, mo wí pé, “a kì yóò ṣí mi ní ipò padà.”
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
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.
LORD, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.
8 Sí ọ Olúwa, ni mo ké pè é; àti sí Olúwa ni mo sọkún fún àánú:
I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.
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 profit [is there] in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Gbọ́, Olúwa, kí o sì ṣàánú fún mi; ìwọ Olúwa, jẹ́ olùrànlọ́wọ́ mi.”
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou 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,
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
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.
To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.