Psalms 42
1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Maskila. Nataon’ ny Koraïta. Tahaka ny diera mihanahana maniry ny rano an’ ony no anirian’ ny fanahiko Anao, Andriamanitra ô.
2 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
Mangetaheta an’ Andriamanitra ny fanahiko, dia Andriamanitra velona; Rahoviana no ho tonga aho ka hiseho eo anatrehan’ Andriamanitra?
3 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
Ny ranomasoko no fiahiko andro aman’ alina, amin’ ny anaovany ahy mandrakariva hoe: Aiza izay Andriamanitrao?
4 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
Izao zavatra izao no hotsarovako, ka haidiko ato anatiko ny fanahiko, dia ny nandrosoako niaraka tamin’ ny maro, sy ny nitarihako azy ho any an-tranon’ Andriamanitra, nanao feo mihoby sy midera, dia olona maro izay nitandrina ny andro firavoravoana.
5 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,
Nahoana no mitanondrika ianao, ry fanahiko, ka mitoloko ato anatiko? Manantenà an’ Andriamanitra ianao, fa mbola hidera Azy ihany aho noho ny famonjen’ ny tavany.
6 And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
Andriamanitro ô, mitanondrika ato anatiko ny fanahiko; Izany no ahatsiarovako Anao eo amin’ ny tanin’ i Jordana sy amin’ ireo Hermona ary amin’ ny tendrombohitra Mizara.
7 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
Ny lalina miantso ny lalina noho ny firohondrohon’ ny riananao; ny onjanao rehetra sy ny alon-dranonao efa nanafotra ahy.
8 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
Jehovah handidy ny famindram-pony nony andro, ary ho amiko nony alina ny fihirana Azy, dia vavaka amin’ Andriamanitry ny aiko.
9 I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
Hoy izaho amin’ Andriamanitra Vatolampiko: nahoana no nanadino ahy Hianao? nahoana no mandeha mijoretra aho noho ny fampahorian’ ny fahavaloko?
10 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
Toy ny zavatra mahatorotoro ny taolako no fandatsan’ ny fahavaloko ahy, ka hoy izy isan’ andro: Aiza izay Andriamanitrao?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Nahoana no mitanondrika ianao, ry fanahiko? ary nahoana no mitoloko ato anatiko ianao? Manantenà an’ Andriamanitra, fa mbola hidera Azy ihany aho, Izy no famonjena ny tavako sady Andriamanitro.
