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.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Rwiyo rweMasikiri rwaVanakomana vaKora. Senondo inodokwairira hova dzemvura, saizvozvo mweya wangu unodokwairirai, imi Mwari.
2 My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?
Mweya wangu une nyota kuna Mwari, nyota yaMwari mupenyu. Ndingaenda riniko kundosangana naMwari?
3 My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your God?”
Misodzi yangu yanga iri zvokudya zvangu masikati nousiku, asi zuva rose vanhu vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
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.
Ndinorangarira zvinhu izvi pandinodurura mweya wangu, mafambiro andaiita navazhinji ndichitungamirira mudungwe wavanhu kuimba yaMwari, nokupembera nomufaro uye nokuvonga pakati pavazhinji pamutambo.
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,
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve, Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
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.
Mweya wangu wakaneta mukati mangu; naizvozvo ndichakurangarirai ndiri kunyika yeJorodhani, pamatunhu akakwirira eHeremoni, kubva paGomo reMizari.
7 Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.
Pakadzika panodana pakadzika mukutinhira kwamapopopo emvura; mafungu enyu ose namafashamu akapfuura napamusoro pangu.
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.
Masikati, Jehovha anorayira rudo rwake, pausiku rwiyo rwake runeni, munyengetero kuna Mwari woupenyu hwangu.
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?”
Ndinoti kuna Mwari Dombo rangu, “Mandikanganwireiko? Ndinofambireiko ndichichema ndakadzvinyirirwa nomuvengi?”
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?”
Mapfupa angu atambura nokurwadza kworufu, sezvo vavengi vangu vachindizvidza zuva rose vachiti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
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.
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve. Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
