Chamorro: Psalms, Gospels, Acts

Darby's Translation

Psalms

16

1ADAJE yo, O Yuus: sa iya jago nae gaegue y inangococo.
1{Michtam of David.} Preserve me, O ùGod: for I trust in thee.
2Ylegmo, O antijo, as Jeova: jago Señotto: taya minaulegco yaguin taegüe guiya jago.
2Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; --
3Ya y mañantos ni mangaegue gui tano, sija manmagas ya todo y minalagojo gaegue guiya sija.
3To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
4Mumegae y piniteñija ni tumolaeca si Jeova pot otro Yuus: ti juofrese ni y inefreseñija na jâgâ, ni juchule y naanñija gui labiosso.
4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips.
5Si Jeova y patten ni y ineredajo, yan y basujo: jago mumantietiene y fottunajo.
5Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6Ya, y fottunajo upodong gui lugat na magof: magajet na bonito na ineredajo.
6The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7Jubendise si Jeova, ni y japagat yo: ya an puenge nae jafananagüe yo y jinasoco gui san jalomjo.
7I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
8Si Jeova jupolo gui menajo para siempre: sa yaguin gaegue güe gui agapajo, ti siña yo manacalamten.
8I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9Enao mina magof y corasonjo ya magof y inenrajo: locue y catneco sumaga seguro.
9Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
10Sa ti undingo y antijo gui naftan: ni unnae y santosmo para ulie y minitong.
10For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption.
11Unnatungoyo ni y chalan y linâlâ: binilan minagof y gaegue gui menamo: ya y agapa na canaemo guaja minagof para siempre.
11Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.