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.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Rwiyo rweMasikiri rwaVanakomana vaKora. Senondo inodokwairira hova dzemvura, saizvozvo mweya wangu unodokwairirai, imi Mwari.
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
Mweya wangu une nyota kuna Mwari, nyota yaMwari mupenyu. Ndingaenda riniko kundosangana naMwari?
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Misodzi yangu yanga iri zvokudya zvangu masikati nousiku, asi zuva rose vanhu vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
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.
Ndinorangarira zvinhu izvi pandinodurura mweya wangu, mafambiro andaiita navazhinji ndichitungamirira mudungwe wavanhu kuimba yaMwari, nokupembera nomufaro uye nokuvonga pakati pavazhinji pamutambo.
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—
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve, Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Mweya wangu wakaneta mukati mangu; naizvozvo ndichakurangarirai ndiri kunyika yeJorodhani, pamatunhu akakwirira eHeremoni, kubva paGomo reMizari.
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.
Pakadzika panodana pakadzika mukutinhira kwamapopopo emvura; mafungu enyu ose namafashamu akapfuura napamusoro pangu.
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.
Masikati, Jehovha anorayira rudo rwake, pausiku rwiyo rwake runeni, munyengetero kuna Mwari woupenyu hwangu.
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?”
Ndinoti kuna Mwari Dombo rangu, “Mandikanganwireiko? Ndinofambireiko ndichichema ndakadzvinyirirwa nomuvengi?”
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Mapfupa angu atambura nokurwadza kworufu, sezvo vavengi vangu vachindizvidza zuva rose vachiti kwandiri, “Mwari wako aripiko?”
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!
Wakasuwireiko, nhai mweya wangu? Unotambudzwa neiko mukati mangu? Isa tariro yako muna Mwari, nokuti ndichamurumbidzazve. Muponesi wangu naMwari wangu.
