Psalms 42
1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.
Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Maskil ne na’Ya’yan Kora maza. Kamar yadda barewa take marmarin ruwan rafuffuka, haka raina yake marmarinka, ya Allah.
2 My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?
Raina yana ƙishin Allah, Allah mai rai. Yaushe zan tafi in sadu da Allah ne?
3 My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Hawayena ne sun zama abincina dare da rana, yayinda mutane suke ce da ni dukan yini, “Ina Allahnka ɗin?”
4 These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.
Waɗannan abubuwa ne nakan tuna sa’ad da nake faɗin abin da yake a raina, yadda dā nakan tafi tare da taron jama’a, ina bishe su a jere zuwa gidan Allah, da sowa ta farin ciki da kuma godiya a cikin taron biki.
5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.
Me ya sa kake baƙin ciki, ya raina? Me ya sa ka damu a cikina? Ka dogara ga Allah, gama zai sāke yabe shi, Mai Cetona da kuma Allahna.
6 O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon— even from Mount Mizar.
Raina yana baƙin ciki a cikina; saboda haka zan tuna da kai daga ƙasar Urdun, a ƙwanƙolin Hermon, daga Dutsen Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
Zurfi kan kira zurfi cikin rurin matsirgar ruwanka; dukan raƙuma da igiyoyi sun sha kaina.
8 The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.
Da rana Ubangiji yakan nuna ƙaunarsa, da dare waƙarsa tana tare da ni, addu’a ga Allah na raina.
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
Na ce wa Allah Dutsena, “Me ya sa ka manta da ni? Me zai sa in yi ta yawo ina makoki, a danne a hannun abokin gāba?”
10 Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Ƙasusuwana suna jin jiki da wahala yayinda maƙiyana suna mini ba’a, suna ce mini dukan yini, “Ina Allahnka ɗin?”
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.
Me ya sa kake baƙin ciki, ya raina? Me ya sa ka damu a cikina? Ka dogara ga Allah, gama zai sāke yabe shi, Mai Cetona da kuma Allahna.
