Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Rwiyo rweMasikiri rwaVanakomana vaKora. Senondo inodokwairira hova dzemvura, saizvozvo mweya wangu unodokwairirai, imi Mwari.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Mweya wangu une nyota kuna Mwari, nyota yaMwari mupenyu. Ndingaenda riniko kundosangana naMwari?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
Misodzi yangu yanga iri zvokudya zvangu masikati nousiku, asi zuva rose vanhu vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
Ndinorangarira zvinhu izvi pandinodurura mweya wangu, mafambiro andaiita navazhinji ndichitungamirira mudungwe wavanhu kuimba yaMwari, nokupembera nomufaro uye nokuvonga pakati pavazhinji pamutambo.
5 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve, Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
Mweya wangu wakaneta mukati mangu; naizvozvo ndichakurangarirai ndiri kunyika yeJorodhani, pamatunhu akakwirira eHeremoni, kubva paGomo reMizari.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
Pakadzika panodana pakadzika mukutinhira kwamapopopo emvura; mafungu enyu ose namafashamu akapfuura napamusoro pangu.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Masikati, Jehovha anorayira rudo rwake, pausiku rwiyo rwake runeni, munyengetero kuna Mwari woupenyu hwangu.
9 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
Ndinoti kuna Mwari Dombo rangu, “Mandikanganwireiko? Ndinofambireiko ndichichema ndakadzvinyirirwa nomuvengi?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
Mapfupa angu atambura nokurwadza kworufu, sezvo vavengi vangu vachindizvidza zuva rose vachiti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
11 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve. Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
