Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Duen tia amen inon ion pil iduen nen i kin inon ion komui o Kot.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?
Nen i inon ion Kot, on Kot ieiaij. Iad I pan lel waja o, me I pan ariri jilan en Kot.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
Pil en maj ai, iei kan ai mana ni ran o ni pon, pwe irail kin indan ia ran karoj: ia om Kot?
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Ma i madamadaua duen mepukat, i ap wudokila audepan monion i on pein nai, pwe i inon ion ian pokon o kokodalan tanpaj en Kot, o i men ian pokon, me kin wiada a ran, pereperen o kapikapina.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him [For] the help of his countenance.
Nen i, da me koe injenjuedeki o jota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! I pan puron kapina i. Pwe a kotin jauaja kin ia jilan i.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Ai Kot, nen i me injenjued; I ap madamadaua duen komui nan jap en kailan Iordan o Ermonin, pon dol Mijar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Japwilim omui pil akan nirinirjok, pil laud akan nirinirjok; japwilim omui iluk kan karoj kadupal ia di.
8 [Yet] Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, [Even] a prayer unto the God of my life.
Ieowa kotin inaukidar a kalanan ni ran, a ni pon i kin kauli on i, o i kapakap on Kot en maur i.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I kin indan Kot ai paip: Da me kom kotin likidmalie kin ia la? Da me i en weweideki ni injenjued pweki ai imwintiti kelail on ia?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
Likamata kokon ai kan mut pajaner, ni ai imwintiti lalaue ia. Pwe re kin indan ia ran karoj: Ia om Kot?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, [Who is] the help of my countenance, and my God.
Nen i, da me koe injenjuedeki o jota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! Pwe i pan danke i, pwe i jauaj pan maj ai o ai Kot.
