Psalms 30

1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

JUNATAQUILO jao, O Jeova; sa jago unnajatsa yo julo: ya ti unnafanmagof y enimigujo guiya guajo.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Jeova, Yuusso, juagangjao ya unnajomloyo.

3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Jeova, jago munacajulo y antijo gui naftan: unadajeyo na lâlâyo para mungayo tumunog gui naftan. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Cantaye si Jeova, O jamyo mañantosña: ya innae grasias y santos na naaña.

5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

Sa pot didideja guaja linalaloña; gui finaboreseña nae guaja linâlâ: yaguin y pupuenge majon sumaga y tinanges; y egaan mato y minagof.

6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

Ya guajo jagas ileco anae lumálaguaja yo: ti jucalamten talo taejinecog.

7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

Sa jago, Jeova, pot y finaboresemo jagasja unnafitme y egsojo: lao unnana y matamo, ya guajo chumatsaga.

8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

Yya jago, O Jeova, juaagangjao: ya si Jeova jutayuyut.

9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

Jafayo probechoco gui jâgâjo, anae tumunog yo gui naftan? Ada uinalabajao ni y petbos? Ada usangan y minagajetmo?

10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

Jungog, O Jeova, ya gaease ni guajo: Jeova, jago para inayudajo.

11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

Jago bumira y inigongjo gui baela: ya unpula y lutojo ya unnaquinereasyo ni y minagof;

12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

Para jucantaye jao inenra ya ti jufamatquilo: O Jeova, Yuusso, junaejao grasias para taejinecog.