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.
Duen tia amen inon ion pil iduen nen i kin inon ion komui o Kot.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of 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 keep saying to me, Where is your 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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
Ai Kot, nen i me injenjued; I ap madamadaua duen komui nan jap en kailan Iordan o Ermonin, pon dol Mijar.
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
Japwilim omui pil akan nirinirjok, pil laud akan nirinirjok; japwilim omui iluk kan karoj kadupal ia di.
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.
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 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?
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 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
Likamata kokon ai kan mut pajaner, ni ai imwintiti lalaue ia. Pwe re kin indan ia ran karoj: Ia om Kot?
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.
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.
