Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Maskil nke ụmụ Kora. Dịka agụụ ịṅụ mmiri si na-agụ nne ele, otu a ka agụụ ihe banyere gị si na-agụ m, O Chineke.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Akpịrị nke ihe banyere Chineke, bụ Chineke ahụ dị ndụ, na-akpọ m nkụ. Olee mgbe m pụrụ ịga zute Chineke?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Anya mmiri m aghọọlara m ihe oriri nʼehihie ma nʼabalị, mgbe ndị mmadụ na-asị m ogologo ụbọchị niile, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Ihe ndị a ka m na-echeta mgbe m na-ekwupụta ihe mgbu nke obi m: ma m cheta mgbe mụ na igwe mmadụ so aga, mgbe m ji iti mkpu ọṅụ na ekele na-edu ha nʼetiti ọha kachasị ibe ya, ndị ọṅụ juru obi, na-aga nʼụlọ Chineke.
5 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
6 My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Mkpụrụobi m na-ada mba nʼime m; ya mere, aga m echeta gị site nʼala Jọdan, na ebe dị elu nke Hemon, na sitekwa nʼugwu Miza.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
Ogbu mmiri na-akpọku ogbu mmiri mgbe olu ha na-ada ụda nʼetiti nruda mmiri gị niile; ebili mmiri gị niile na mmali mmiri gị niile ekpuchiela isi m.
8 GOD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
Nʼehihie, Onyenwe anyị na-awụkwasị m ịhụnanya ya, nʼabalị abụ ya dị m nʼobi, ekpere nye Chineke nke ndụ m.
9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Ana m asị Chineke, oke nkume m, “Gịnị mere i ji chefuo m? Gịnị mere m ga-eji na-ejegharị nʼiru ụjụ nʼihi mmegbu nke onye iro?”
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Ọkpụkpụ m na-agabiga oke ihe mgbu, mgbe ndị iro m ji m na-eme ihe ọchị, ogologo ụbọchị niile ha na-ajụ m, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya ọzọ, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
