Psalms 42
1 For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Maskiilii Ilmaan Qooraahi. Akkuma gadamsi bishaan yaaʼutti gaggabu sana, yaa Waaqa ko, lubbuun koo sitti gaggabdi.
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
Lubbuun koo Waaqayyoon Waaqa jiraataa dheebotti. Ani yoomin dhaqee fuula Waaqaa arga?
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Imimmaan koo halkanii guyyaa soora naa taʼeera; namoonni guyyaa guutuu “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” anaan jedhuutii.
4 I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
Ani yommuun waan kana yaadadhutti, lubbuu koo of keessatti nan dhangalaasa: ilillee fi faarfannaa galataatiin tuuta ayyaana ayyaaneffatu tokko, hiriiraan gara mana Waaqaatti geggeessaa tuuticha wajjin akkamitti akka ani deemaa ture yaadadha.
5 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra keeyyadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan jajadha. Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Lubbuun koo na keessatti gadditeerti; kanaafuu ani biyya Yordaanos irraa, fiixee Hermoonii fi Gaara Miizaarii irraa si yaadadha.
7 You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
Huursaa fincaaʼaa keetiitiin, tuujubni tuujuba waama; dambalii fi dhaʼaan kee hundinuu, narra yaaʼan.
8 But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
Waaqayyo guyyaadhaan jaalala isaa kan hin geeddaramne ni ajaja; halkan immoo faarfannaan isaa na wajjin jira; kunis kadhannaa ani Waaqa jireenya kootii kadhadhuu dha.
9 I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
Anis Waaqa Kattaa kootiin akkana nan jedha; “Ati maaliif na dagatte? Maaliif ani diinaan cunqurfamee gaddaan jiraadha?”
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Amajaajonni koo guyyaa guutuu, “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” jedhanii natti qoosudhaan, akkuma goraadee lafee koo keessaatti na dhiphisu.
11 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra kaaʼadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan galateeffadha; Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
