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.
Pou direktè koral la. Yon refleksyon pa fis Kore yo. Jan sèf la rale souf ak swaf pou dlo ravin nan, Konsa nanm mwen rale souf pou Ou, O Bondye.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Nanm mwen swaf pou Bondye, Pou Bondye vivan an. Se kilè mwen kab vini pou parèt devan Bondye?
3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Se dlo nan zye m ki manje mwen lajounen kon lannwit. Pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye ou a?”
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.
Bagay sa yo mwen sonje e mwen vide nanm mwen nèt anndan m. Paske mwen te konn ale ansanm ak foul la, pou pran devan nan pwosesyon pou rive lakay Bondye, avèk yon vwa lajwa, ak remèsiman, yon gran foul k ap fè fèt sakre a.
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.
Poukisa, o nanm mwen, ou nan dezespwa? Epi poukisa ou twouble anndan m? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske mwen va louwe Li ankò akoz sekou a prezans Li an.
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.
O Bondye mwen, nanm mwen pèdi espwa anndan mwen. Pou sa, mwen sonje Ou soti nan peyi Jourdain an avèk tèt mòn Hermon yo, soti kanpe nan Mòn Mitsear.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.
Pwofondè a rele pwofondè a nan son kaskad dlo Ou yo. Tout gwo dlo ak move lanmè Ou yo fin koule sou mwen.
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.
SENYÈ a va òdone lanmou dous Li a nan lajounen, chan Li yo va avèk mwen pandan nwit lan: Yon lapriyè a Bondye lavi mwen an.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Mwen va di a Bondye, wòch mwen an: “Poukisa Ou te bliye mwen? Poukisa mwen antre nan tristès akoz opresyon lènmi an?”
10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Se tankou tout zo mwen yo kraze, jan advèsè mwen yo anmède mwen, pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye Ou a”?
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.
Poukisa ou nan dezespwa, O nanm mwen? Epi poukisa ou vin twouble anndan mwen? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske m ap louwe Li ankò, O soutyen kè mwen an, e Bondye mwen an.
