Zaburi 42
1 Kuom jatend wer. Maskil mar yawuot Kora. Mana kaka mwanda gamo yweyo kamanyo kuonde ma pi nitie, e kaka chunya dwari, yaye Nyasaye.
Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
2 Chunya riyo oloyo mar dwaro Nyasaye. En riyo mar dwaro Nyasaye mangima. Abiro dhi romo kod Nyasaye karangʼo?
My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
3 Aseywak mi pi wangʼa osechalo chiemba odiechiengʼ gotieno, ka ji to wachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
4 Aparo gigi duto ka chunya opongʼ giywak: aparo kaka ne adhi gi oganda maduongʼ ka atelo ni ji madhi e od Nyasaye, Ka akok gimor kendo agoyo erokamano E dier oganda maduongʼ matimo nyasi gi mor.
These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
5 Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, kaka Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.
Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,
6 Chunya lit; omiyo abiro pari, ka an e piny mar Jordan, gi kuonde motingʼore mar Hermon kod e got Mizar.
And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
7 Kut luongore gi kut ei abururu mar pi; apaka magi duto gi ahiti mager oseywera motera.
Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
8 Jehova Nyasaye chiko herane godiechiengʼ, to gotieno to wende ni e chunya; ma e lamo ma alamogo Nyasach ngimana.
In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
9 Awacho ni Nyasaye ma lwandana niya, “Angʼo momiyo wiyi osewil koda? Angʼo momiyo asiko gi kuyo ka jawasigu sanda?”
I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
10 Chokena tho omako kendo rama malit seche ma joma kedo koda yanya kochaya, ka giwachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
11 Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori, yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, en e Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
