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.

I kapina komui Main, pwe komui me kotin kajapwil ia dar, o jota mueid on ai imwintiti kan ren peren kin ia da.

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

Ieowa, ai Kot, i likwir won komui, komui ap kotin kakel ia dar.

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)

Main, kom kotin kalua nen i jan nan wajan mela. Kom kotin dore ia lar ni anjau me irail lokidokila nan pweleko. (Sheol h7585)

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

Komail lelapok kan en kapina Ieowa, o kapina mar a linan!

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!

Pwe a onion kin marep ta ieu, a a mak arain maur en aramaj amen; nin jautik re kin janejan, a ni manjan nijinij.

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

A nai inda ni ai anjau mau: I jota pan lodi kokolata.

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

Main, ni omui kalanan, kom kotin katenedi ai dol, a ni anjau me re karuki jan mo i jilan omui, i majapwekadar.

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

I likwir won komui Main, o i nidinideki on Kaun.

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

Da kadepa en nt’ ai, i lao kodila nan por o? Pwel par pan kak kapina komui, o kapakaparok duen omui kalanan?

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

Main Ieowa, re kotin mani ia o kotin maki on ia; Ieowa jauaj pa i.

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

Kom kotin kawukila ai injenjued on nijinij; kom koti ki janer ai tuken likau, ap id kalikauwi ia dar popol.

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.

Pwe nen i en kauli on komui, a ender nenenla. Main ai Kot, i pan kapina komui kokolata.