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.
Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Kora mma “maskil” dwom. Sɛdeɛ ɔforoteɛ pere hwehwɛ nsuwansuwa no, saa ara na me kra pere hwehwɛ wo, Ao Onyankopɔn.
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefoɔ no. Da bɛn na mɛtumi akɔhyia Onyankopɔn?
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Me nisuo ayɛ mʼaduane awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me sɛ: “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
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.
Saa nneɛma yi na mekae ɛberɛ a mereka mʼakoma mu nsɛm; sɛdeɛ na medi asafokuo anim, na yɛde anigyeɛ nteateam ne aseda nnwom nante yuu bom kɔ Onyankopɔn fie wɔ afahyɛ da.
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—
Adɛn enti na woaboto, Ao me kra? Adɛn enti na woteetee wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Onyankopɔn.
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Me kra aboto wɔ me mu enti mɛkae wo firi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔ so, firi Bepɔ Misar so.
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.
Ebunu kɔ ebunu mu wɔ wo nsuo a ɛworo guo no nnyegyeeɛ mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
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.
Adekyeɛ mu Awurade kyerɛ nʼadɔeɛ; adesaeɛ mu ne dwom ba me nkyɛn. Mebɔ mpaeɛ kyerɛ Onyankopɔn a ɔma me nkwa.
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?”
Mebisa Onyankopɔn me Botan sɛ, “Adɛn enti na wo werɛ afiri me? Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenante twa adwo, mʼatamfoɔ nhyɛsoɔ nti?”
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Me nnompe te yea sɛ ɔdasani. Mʼahohiahiafoɔ ateeteeɛ enti, daa nyinaa wɔbisa me sɛ, “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
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!
Adɛn enti na woaboto, Ao me kra? Adɛn enti na woteetee wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Onyankopɔn.
