Psalms 42
1 Unto the end. The understanding of the sons of Korah. As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
Kuom jatend wer. Maskil mar yawuot Kora. Mana kaka mwanda gamo yweyo kamanyo kuonde ma pi nitie, e kaka chunya dwari, yaye Nyasaye.
2 My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?
Chunya riyo oloyo mar dwaro Nyasaye. En riyo mar dwaro Nyasaye mangima. Abiro dhi romo kod Nyasaye karangʼo?
3 My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your God?”
Aseywak mi pi wangʼa osechalo chiemba odiechiengʼ gotieno, ka ji to wachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
4 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.
Aparo gigi duto ka chunya opongʼ giywak: aparo kaka ne adhi gi oganda maduongʼ ka atelo ni ji madhi e od Nyasaye, Ka akok gimor kendo agoyo erokamano E dier oganda maduongʼ matimo nyasi gi mor.
5 Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance,
Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, kaka Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.
6 and my God. My soul has been troubled within myself. Because of this, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and from Hermon, from the little mountain.
Chunya lit; omiyo abiro pari, ka an e piny mar Jordan, gi kuonde motingʼore mar Hermon kod e got Mizar.
7 Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.
Kut luongore gi kut ei abururu mar pi; apaka magi duto gi ahiti mager oseywera motera.
8 In the daylight, the Lord has ordered his mercy; and in the night, a canticle to him. With me is a prayer to the God of my life.
Jehova Nyasaye chiko herane godiechiengʼ, to gotieno to wende ni e chunya; ma e lamo ma alamogo Nyasach ngimana.
9 I will say to God, “You are my supporter. Why have you forgotten me? And why do I walk in mourning, while my adversary afflicts me?”
Awacho ni Nyasaye ma lwandana niya, “Angʼo momiyo wiyi osewil koda? Angʼo momiyo asiko gi kuyo ka jawasigu sanda?”
10 While my bones are being broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me. Meanwhile, they say to me every single day, “Where is your God?”
Chokena tho omako kendo rama malit seche ma joma kedo koda yanya kochaya, ka giwachona odiechiengʼ duto niya, “Koro ere Nyasachino?”
11 My soul, why are you saddened? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.
Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori, yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, en e Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.
