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.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Ng’empeewo bw’ewejjawejja olw’amazzi, n’emmeeme yange bw’etyo bwe wejjawejja ku lulwo, Ayi Katonda.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
Emmeeme yange eyaayaanira Katonda, Katonda omulamu. Ndigenda ddi ne nsisinkana Katonda?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
Nkaabirira Mukama emisana n’ekiro. Amaziga gange gabadde emmere yange emisana n’ekiro, abantu ne baŋŋamba nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
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.
Bino mbijjukira nga nfuka emmeeme yange nga bwe nagendanga n’ekibiina ekinene, ne nkulembera ennyiriri z’abantu empanvu, nga tugenda mu nnyumba ya Katonda, nga tuyimba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka n’okwebaza mu kibiina ekijaguza.
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.
Lwaki oweddemu amaanyi ggwe emmeeme yange? Lwaki otabusetabuse mu nda yange? Essuubi lyo liteeke mu Katonda, kubanga natenderezanga omulokozi wange era Katonda wange; ye mubeezi wange.
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.
Ayi Katonda wange, emmeeme yange yennyise, yeeraliikiridde; naye nkujjukira olw’ebyo bye wakola mu nsi ya Yoludaani ne ku nsozi engulumivu eza Kalumooni ne ku Lusozi Mizali.
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
Obuziba bukoowoola obuziba, olw’okuwuluguma kw’ebiyiriro amayengo n’amasingisira go bimpiseeko.
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.
Mukama alaga okwagala kwe emisana n’ekiro ne muyimbira oluyimba lwe; y’essaala eri Katonda w’obulamu bwange.
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?
Ŋŋamba Katonda, olwazi lwange nti, “Lwaki onneerabidde? Lwaki ŋŋenda nkungubaga olw’okujoogebwa abalabe bange?”
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?
Mbonyaabonyezebwa ng’abalabe bange bancocca, nga bwe bagamba buli kiseera nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
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.
Lwaki wennyise Ayi ggwe emmeeme yange? Lwaki otabusetabuse mu nda yange? Weesigenga Katonda, kubanga nnaamutenderezanga, Omulokozi wange era ye Katonda wange.
