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.”
Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
2 Mo fi ìdákẹ́ ya odi; mo tilẹ̀ pa ẹnu mi mọ́ kúrò nínú ọ̀rọ̀ rere; ìbànújẹ́ mi sì pọ̀ sí i.
I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
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, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
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.
I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
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)
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
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.
So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
7 “Ṣùgbọ́n ní ìsinsin yìí, Olúwa, kín ni mo ń dúró dè? Ìrètí mí ń bẹ ní ọ̀dọ̀ rẹ.
And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
8 Gbà mí lọ́wọ́ ìrékọjá mi gbogbo. Kí o má sì sọ mí di ẹni ẹ̀gàn àwọn ènìyàn búburú.
Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
9 Mo dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́; èmi kò sì ya ẹnu mi, nítorí wí pé ìwọ ni ó ṣe é.
I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
10 Mú pàṣán rẹ kúrò ní ara mi; èmí ṣègbé tán nípa lílù ọwọ́ rẹ.
Remove your scourges from me.
11 Ìwọ fi ìbáwí kìlọ̀ fún ènìyàn nítorí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀, ìwọ a mú ẹwà rẹ parun bí kòkòrò aṣọ; nítòótọ́ asán ni ènìyàn gbogbo.
I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
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.
O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
13 Dá mi sí, kí èmi lè ní agbára, kí èmi tó lọ kúrò níhìn-ín yìí, àti kí èmi ó tó ṣe aláìsí.”
Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
