Dukum Yuwa 14
1 La man to bekwame tim dor bang chiyona wari kan-nge chonubo wii bikatewin kwini kwob nar turo nar che, buro chi mulang den chi re kan-nge der techere tikob chiyeb.
I looked and saw the Lamb standing on Mount Zion. With him were 144,000 who had his name and his Father's name written on their foreheads.
2 Man nuwa dor kang-nge chiyati na dir mwenger chaji chwati kang-nge kunnye kwatiye. Diro ma nuwa cherkan nob gilingili-nge chi kwa gilingili-nge chiyeti.
I heard a voice from heaven sounding like a roar of many waters and loud thunder. The sound I heard was also like harpists playing their harps.
3 Chi ka nuwe fwir kabum kutile liyare kang-nge kabum fule wo kwareche nare kang-nge nubo durtinimbo. kang-nge mani wo tiye, la kan nubo 144,000 wuro chi fan-ngu chi dor bitinere.
They sang a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders. No one could learn the song except for the 144,000 who had been bought from the earth.
4 burombo chi wuor chi mam bo kayaka wi kang-nge natubed; la chi warum dur chiyero wuchak kang-nge mulen daunkuram. wuro cho bwawer bekwameti gwam fiye cho ya wiye, chi wo fan-ngu mor nube na chi yiam bilca kabak kwama kang-nge bekwame.
These are the ones that have not defiled themselves with women, for they have kept themselves sexually pure. It is these who follow the Lamb wherever he goes. These were bought out of mankind as firstfruits for God and for the Lamb.
5 Chwerke uyambou nji, chi man ki duti.
No lie was found in their mouth; they are blameless.
6 Man tô bwetomange wucchake kang-nge kweni tiber dii kwama, wo ki fulen do bak lumi nyeu, a yi dorbitinerotiye, na wo a yii bertinimbo ti gwamme kang-nge nyini, kang-nge nubo. (aiōnios g166)
I saw another angel flying in midair, who had the eternal message of good news to proclaim to those who live on the earth—to every nation, tribe, language, and people. (aiōnios g166)
7 Cho bichor ki diro dur, kom nuwa tai kwama, kom ductang cho. la bolang chelco lam. wabcho, cho wo ma diiko kang-nge bitine, kang-nge wima, kang-nge wuchak, bwetoman-nge wuchake wo yobe che, bwa-ngu yiti ki, yarum babila, babila durko yarum, wuro bol nubo irko gwan a nôô mwen bitutti tiye burotum cheme.
He called out with a loud voice, “Fear God and give him glory. For the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him, the one who made the heaven, the earth, the sea, and the springs of water.”
8 ka-nge betoma-nge kwentiniim bwetoman-nge wuchwce WO yobe che, bwa-ngu yiti ki yarum babila durko yarum, euro bol nuto firko gwan a nōō muen bitutti tiye burotum cheme. kan-ngu chi ki Dirk kuean Keane, yiti ki nawo wab bichir do wo nii kang-nge fulen chereri, yo kulang kangchek kalca tikobchekeri.
Another angel—a second angel—followed, saying, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, who persuaded all the nations to drink the wine of her immoral passion.”
Another angel—a third angel—followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If anyone worships the beast and his image, and receives a mark on his forehead or on his hand,
10 Cho ken chan nōō mwca bituti funere kwang, mwen bitutti WO chi choir chan chak mor kwel funere che, WO no no cheri chiyan necho dotang-nge ki Kris, kang-nge kriako fuwor, kabum nubo wuchak biboi to man-nge kwama kang-nge bekwame.
he will also drink some of the wine of God's wrath, the wine that has been poured undiluted into the cup of his anger. The person who drinks it will be tormented with fire and sulfur before God's holy angels and before the Lamb.
11 Yilom dotang-nge chiye to kweni dii diri-diri, take chi mankind fobka kume Lange kalck-buro chi nubo chi wab bi chirp Lange dubi che, Lange gwam buro yo yirom dene che. (aiōn g165)
The smoke from their torment goes up forever and ever, and they have no rest day or night—these worshipers of the beast and his image, and everyone who receives the mark of his name. (aiōn g165)
12 Euro chi bichor bika mwirumka burombo wuchakke, buro bwamten werfuner kwamara ki bilenke mor yechi.”
Here is a call for the patient endurance of the saints, those who obey the commandments of God and faith in Jesus.”
13 Man nuwa bi chirp dii kwama yiti ki mulang wo, nob bibwiyer nobo bwiyam bwiya wo bwiya mor Teluwer yuwatangbeko wuchakke yii ki long work chin fubom kang-nge dotang-nge chiye, di la nangen chiyero bwang chinenten.
I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “so that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds will follow them.”
14 Ma tori biloro fuorko wo. him biloko nine tamwi bibwenifire. wiiki nēēduwe Maine dorcher kang-nge bilore wo cha bye kangchek.
I looked, and there was a white cloud. Seated on the cloud was one like a son of man. He had a golden crown on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.
15 Do kang-nge bwetomange wuchakke cheri bikur wabker, chi bi cho bi chirp kibi tūū bilor mwe yoten kang biyeka bito ko wuro kini biyeka bitoko dorbitinero lam.
Then another angel came out of the temple and called with a loud voice to the one sitting on the cloud: “Take your sickle and start to reap. For the time to reap has come, since the harvest of the earth is ripe.”
16 La wo him for bilore mobken bilore che dorbitiner, la biyen dorbitineo.
Then the one who was sitting on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.
17 Kang-nge bwe to mange wuchake cheri mor biker saber feren dii kwama, cho kene wiki bilore cha bye.
Another angel came out from the temple in heaven; he also had a sharp sickle.
18 Kang-nge bwetomange wuchake cheri tanjila twita nuwang fichanger wo with ki bi kwan aber kirer. cho bi chirp ki dior kwamkwame wuro rin tankî bilore cha-nye, tūū bilore mwe cha-nyeu mweru bitutti mabi tii Mani wo dorbitiro n'm, mabi BIM”
Still another angel came out from the incense altar, who had authority over the fire. He called out with a loud voice to the one who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle and gather in the clusters of grapes from the vines of the earth, for their grapes are now ripe.”
19 Bwetomange wuchake met bilore che, mweru bitutti mabi dorbitinere chorkeu mor tale due wo chi yamum mwen mabi finer kwamar.
The angel swung his sickle to the earth and gathered the grape harvest of the earth. He threw it into the great wine vat of God's wrath.
20 Chi fuwarangum fiye yanka bitutti mabi bwim chinanlor bwiyale chuati fiye yamka bitutti mabi, land NGO na duka nyi tuwak, yaken Mel Kai kwob yob.
The winepress was stomped outside the city, and blood poured out from it up to the height of a horse's bridle, for 1,600 stadia.
