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.
TO THE OVERSEER. AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for streams of water, So my soul pants toward You, O God.
2 Chunya riyo oloyo mar dwaro Nyasaye. En riyo mar dwaro Nyasaye mangima. Abiro dhi romo kod Nyasaye karangʼo?
My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
3 Aseywak mi pi wangʼa osechalo chiemba odiechiengʼ gotieno, ka ji to wachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your 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 I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the shelter, I go softly with them to the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping celebration!
5 Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, kaka Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.
Why bow yourself, O my soul? Indeed, are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—my God!
6 Chunya lit; omiyo abiro pari, ka an e piny mar Jordan, gi kuonde motingʼore mar Hermon kod e got Mizar.
My soul bows itself in me, Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
7 Kut luongore gi kut ei abururu mar pi; apaka magi duto gi ahiti mager oseywera motera.
Deep is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed over me.
8 Jehova Nyasaye chiko herane godiechiengʼ, to gotieno to wende ni e chunya; ma e lamo ma alamogo Nyasach ngimana.
By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A 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 say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”
10 Chokena tho omako kendo rama malit seche ma joma kedo koda yanya kochaya, ka giwachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
With a sword in my bones My adversaries have reproached me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your 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 bow yourself, O my soul? And why are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
