Psalms 42
1 To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Ale si zinɔ ƒe ve me ƒunae ɖe tɔʋuwo ŋu la, O! Mawu, nenemae nye luʋɔ le diwòm.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Tsikɔ le nye luʋɔ wum ɖe Mawu ŋu, ɖe Mawu gbagbe la ŋu. Ɣe ka ɣi mayi aɖado go Mawu?
3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nye aɖatsiwo zu nuɖuɖu nam zã kple keli, evɔ amewo le gbɔgblɔm nam ŋkeke blibo la be, “Afi ka wò Mawu la le?”
4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.
Nu siawo dzi meɖo ŋkue esi meyi ɖokuinye me. Tsã la, nyee kplɔa amehawo; menɔa ŋgɔ kplɔa wo yina ɖe gbedoxɔ me, eye dzidzɔɣli kple kafukafuhawo dea dzi le ŋkekenyuiɖulawo dome kɔtɔɔ.
5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
O! Nye luʋɔ, nu ka ŋuti nèle nu xam? Nu ka ta nètsi dzodzodzoe le menye ɖo? Tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Mawu dzi, elabena magakafui, eya ame si nye nye Ɖela kple nye Mawu.
6 My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.
Nye luʋɔ le nu xam le menye, eya ta maɖo ŋku dziwò le Yɔdanyigba dzi, le Hermon tame ke kple Mizar to dzi.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.
Tɔ goglo yɔa tɔ goglo le wò tsitsetsewo ƒe howɔwɔ me; wò tsitsotsoewo kple tsi kpakawo ŋe tsyiɔ dzinye.
8 In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the God of my life.
Le ŋkeke me la, Yehowa ɖoa eƒe lɔlɔ̃ ɖem, le zã me la eƒe ha nɔa nunyeme, eye wònyea gbedodoɖa na nye agbe ƒe Mawu la.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Megblɔ na Mawu, nye Agakpe la be, “Nu ka ta nèŋlɔm be ɖo? Nu ka ta manɔ yiyim, anɔ nu xam le nye futɔwo ƒe teteɖeanyi ta ɖo?”
10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nye ƒuwo le veve sem, eye nye ketɔwo le alɔme ɖem le ŋunye, le gbɔgblɔm nam ŋkeke blibo la be, “Afi ka wò Mawu la le?”
11 Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
O! Nye luʋɔ, nu ka ta nèle nu xam ɖo? Nu ka ta nètsi dzodzodzoe le menye ɖo? Tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Mawu dzi, elabena magakafui, eya ame si nye nye Ɖela kple nye Mawu.
