Psalms 39
1 Fún adarí orin. Fún Jedutuni. Saamu Dafidi. Mo wí pé, “Èmi yóò ṣọ́ ọ̀nà mi kí èmi kí ó má fi ahọ́n mi ṣẹ̀; èmi yóò fi ìjánu kó ara mi ní ẹnu níwọ̀n ìgbà tí ènìyàn búburú bá ń bẹ ní iwájú mi.”
For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
2 Mo fi ìdákẹ́ ya odi; mo tilẹ̀ pa ẹnu mi mọ́ kúrò nínú ọ̀rọ̀ rere; ìbànújẹ́ mi sì pọ̀ sí i.
I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
3 Àyà mi gbóná ní inú mi. Nígbà tí mo ń ṣàṣàrò, iná ràn; nígbà náà ni mo fi ahọ́n mi sọ̀rọ̀:
My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Olúwa, jẹ́ kí èmi kí ó mọ òpin mi, àti ìwọ̀n ọjọ́ mi, bí ó ti rí kí èmi kí o le mọ ìgbà tí mó ní níhìn-ín.
“Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
5 Ìwọ ti ṣe ayé mi bí ìbú àtẹ́lẹwọ́, ọjọ́ orí mi sì dàbí asán ní iwájú rẹ. Dájúdájú olúkúlùkù ènìyàn nínú ìjókòó rere rẹ̀ jásí asán pátápátá. (Sela)
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
6 “Nítòótọ́ ni olúkúlùkù ń rìn kiri bí òjìji. Nítòótọ́ ni wọ́n ń yọ ara wọn lẹ́nu lórí asán; wọ́n ń kó ọrọ̀ jọ, wọn kò sì mọ ẹni tí yóò ko lọ.
Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
7 “Ṣùgbọ́n ní ìsinsin yìí, Olúwa, kín ni mo ń dúró dè? Ìrètí mí ń bẹ ní ọ̀dọ̀ rẹ.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 Gbà mí lọ́wọ́ ìrékọjá mi gbogbo. Kí o má sì sọ mí di ẹni ẹ̀gàn àwọn ènìyàn búburú.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
9 Mo dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́; èmi kò sì ya ẹnu mi, nítorí wí pé ìwọ ni ó ṣe é.
I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
10 Mú pàṣán rẹ kúrò ní ara mi; èmí ṣègbé tán nípa lílù ọwọ́ rẹ.
Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
11 Ìwọ fi ìbáwí kìlọ̀ fún ènìyàn nítorí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀, ìwọ a mú ẹwà rẹ parun bí kòkòrò aṣọ; nítòótọ́ asán ni ènìyàn gbogbo.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
12 “Gbọ́ àdúrà mi, Olúwa, kí o sì fetí sí igbe mi; kí o má ṣe di etí rẹ sí ẹkún mi. Nítorí àlejò ni èmi lọ́dọ̀ rẹ, àti àtìpó, bí gbogbo àwọn baba mi ti rí.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
13 Dá mi sí, kí èmi lè ní agbára, kí èmi tó lọ kúrò níhìn-ín yìí, àti kí èmi ó tó ṣe aláìsí.”
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
