Psalms 42
1 To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
Pou direktè koral la. Yon refleksyon pa fis Kore yo. Jan sèf la rale souf ak swaf pou dlo ravin nan, Konsa nanm mwen rale souf pou Ou, O Bondye.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
Nanm mwen swaf pou Bondye, Pou Bondye vivan an. Se kilè mwen kab vini pou parèt devan Bondye?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
Se dlo nan zye m ki manje mwen lajounen kon lannwit. Pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye ou a?”
4 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
Bagay sa yo mwen sonje e mwen vide nanm mwen nèt anndan m. Paske mwen te konn ale ansanm ak foul la, pou pran devan nan pwosesyon pou rive lakay Bondye, avèk yon vwa lajwa, ak remèsiman, yon gran foul k ap fè fèt sakre a.
5 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
Poukisa, o nanm mwen, ou nan dezespwa? Epi poukisa ou twouble anndan m? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske mwen va louwe Li ankò akoz sekou a prezans Li an.
6 My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
O Bondye mwen, nanm mwen pèdi espwa anndan mwen. Pou sa, mwen sonje Ou soti nan peyi Jourdain an avèk tèt mòn Hermon yo, soti kanpe nan Mòn Mitsear.
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
Pwofondè a rele pwofondè a nan son kaskad dlo Ou yo. Tout gwo dlo ak move lanmè Ou yo fin koule sou mwen.
8 But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
SENYÈ a va òdone lanmou dous Li a nan lajounen, chan Li yo va avèk mwen pandan nwit lan: Yon lapriyè a Bondye lavi mwen an.
9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
Mwen va di a Bondye, wòch mwen an: “Poukisa Ou te bliye mwen? Poukisa mwen antre nan tristès akoz opresyon lènmi an?”
10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
Se tankou tout zo mwen yo kraze, jan advèsè mwen yo anmède mwen, pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye Ou a”?
11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
Poukisa ou nan dezespwa, O nanm mwen? Epi poukisa ou vin twouble anndan mwen? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske m ap louwe Li ankò, O soutyen kè mwen an, e Bondye mwen an.
