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.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Maskiilii Ilmaan Qooraahi. Akkuma gadamsi bishaan yaaʼutti gaggabu sana, yaa Waaqa ko, lubbuun koo sitti gaggabdi.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Lubbuun koo Waaqayyoon Waaqa jiraataa dheebotti. Ani yoomin dhaqee fuula Waaqaa arga?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Imimmaan koo halkanii guyyaa soora naa taʼeera; namoonni guyyaa guutuu “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” anaan jedhuutii.
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.
Ani yommuun waan kana yaadadhutti, lubbuu koo of keessatti nan dhangalaasa: ilillee fi faarfannaa galataatiin tuuta ayyaana ayyaaneffatu tokko, hiriiraan gara mana Waaqaatti geggeessaa tuuticha wajjin akkamitti akka ani deemaa ture yaadadha.
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.
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra keeyyadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan jajadha. Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
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.
Lubbuun koo na keessatti gadditeerti; kanaafuu ani biyya Yordaanos irraa, fiixee Hermoonii fi Gaara Miizaarii irraa si yaadadha.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
Huursaa fincaaʼaa keetiitiin, tuujubni tuujuba waama; dambalii fi dhaʼaan kee hundinuu, narra yaaʼan.
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.
Waaqayyo guyyaadhaan jaalala isaa kan hin geeddaramne ni ajaja; halkan immoo faarfannaan isaa na wajjin jira; kunis kadhannaa ani Waaqa jireenya kootii kadhadhuu dha.
9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Anis Waaqa Kattaa kootiin akkana nan jedha; “Ati maaliif na dagatte? Maaliif ani diinaan cunqurfamee gaddaan jiraadha?”
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Amajaajonni koo guyyaa guutuu, “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” jedhanii natti qoosudhaan, akkuma goraadee lafee koo keessaatti na dhiphisu.
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.
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra kaaʼadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan galateeffadha; Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
