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.
Nkunga bana ba babakala ba Kole kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Boso bummoninanga disofi phuila yi nlangu, buawu bobo muelꞌama wididi phuila yi ngeyo; Nzambi ama.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
Muelꞌama wulembo moni phuila yi Nzambi, Phuila yi Nzambi yi moyo. Thangu mbi ndiela nkuenda ayi ndiela dengana Nzambi e?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
Matsuela mama mawu maba bidia biama mu builu ayi muini bu babedi ku khambanga mu lumbu kimvimba: “Kuevi kuidi Nzambi aku e?”
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.
Mambu momo ndieti tebukila moyo banga minu ndintiamuna muelꞌama: buevi ndibedi kuendilanga va kimosi ayi nkangu wu batu, mu kuba diatisa mu ntanda nate ku nzo Nzambi mu biyoko bi khini ayi mu phutudulu yi matondo va khatitsika batu bawombo badi mu nyengo.
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.
Bila mbi vongidi bobo, a muelꞌama e? Bila mbi muelꞌama wulembo niongina mu khati ama e? Tula diana diaku mu Nzambi bila ndiela kunzitisa diaka; Mvulusi ama ayi Nzambi ama.
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.
Muelꞌama widi wuvonga mu khati nitu ama Diawu ndiela kutebukilanga moyo tona ku tsi yi Yolidani, ku zitsongi zi miongi mi Elimoni ayi tona ku mongo wu Mizali.
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
Kiza kieta tela kiza kinkaka mu khumbulu yi minlangu mu zithadi ziaku. Mayo maku mamo mafioti ayi manneni ma mbukimini.
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.
Mu muini, Yave wumfidisanga luzolo luandi Mu builu nkungꞌandi widi va minu lusambulu kuidi Nzambi yi luzingu luama.
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?
Ndintuba kuidi Nzambi, ditadi diama di ngolo: “Bila mbi wunzimbikini e? Bila mbi mfueti diatilanga mu phasi, yamusungu kuidi mbeni e?”
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?
Mimvesi miama milmbo moni phasi yi lufua; batu bobo bandendi bu balembo mfingi bu beti ku khambanga mu lumbu kimvimba ti: “Kuevi kuidi Nzambi aku e?”
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.
Bila mbi vongidi bobo, a muelꞌama e? Bila mbi wulembo niongina mu khati ama e? Tula diana diaku mu Nzambi bila ndiela kunzitisa diaka; niandi Mvulusi ama ayi Nzambi ama.
