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 chief musician, for Jeduthun. A psalm of David. I decided, “I will watch what I say so that I do not sin with my tongue. I will muzzle my mouth while in the presence of an evil man.”
2 Mo fi ìdákẹ́ ya odi; mo tilẹ̀ pa ẹnu mi mọ́ kúrò nínú ọ̀rọ̀ rere; ìbànújẹ́ mi sì pọ̀ sí i.
I kept silent; I kept back my words even from saying anything good, and my pain grew worse.
3 Àyà mi gbóná ní inú mi. Nígbà tí mo ń ṣàṣàrò, iná ràn; nígbà náà ni mo fi ahọ́n mi sọ̀rọ̀:
My heart became hot; when I thought about these things, it burned like a fire. Then finally I spoke.
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.
“Yahweh, make me know when will be the end of my life and the extent of my days. Show me how transient I am.
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)
See, you have made my days only the width of my hand, and my lifetime is like nothing before you. Surely every man is a single breath. (Selah)
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 walks about like a shadow. Surely everyone hurries about to accumulate riches although they do not know who will receive them.
7 “Ṣùgbọ́n ní ìsinsin yìí, Olúwa, kín ni mo ń dúró dè? Ìrètí mí ń bẹ ní ọ̀dọ̀ rẹ.
Now, Lord, for what am I waiting? You are my only hope.
8 Gbà mí lọ́wọ́ ìrékọjá mi gbogbo. Kí o má sì sọ mí di ẹni ẹ̀gàn àwọn ènìyàn búburú.
Rescue me from my sins; 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 am silent and cannot open my mouth, because it is you who has done it.
10 Mú pàṣán rẹ kúrò ní ara mi; èmí ṣègbé tán nípa lílù ọwọ́ rẹ.
Stop wounding me; I am overwhelmed by the blow 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.
When you discipline people for sin, you consume the things they desire like a moth; surely all people are nothing but vapor. (Selah)
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, Yahweh, and listen to me; listen to my weeping! Do not be deaf to me, for I am like a foreigner with you, a refugee like all my ancestors 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.”
Turn your gaze from me so that I may smile again before I die.”
