Psalms 42
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O 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 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefoɔ no. Da bɛn na mɛtumi akɔhyia Onyankopɔn?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
Me nisuo ayɛ mʼaduane awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me sɛ: “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
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 art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
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, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
Me kra aboto wɔ me mu enti mɛkae wo firi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔ so, firi Bepɔ Misar so.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
Ebunu kɔ ebunu mu wɔ wo nsuo a ɛworo guo no nnyegyeeɛ mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto 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 wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
Mebisa Onyankopɔn me Botan sɛ, “Adɛn enti na wo werɛ afiri me? Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenante twa adwo, mʼatamfoɔ nhyɛsoɔ nti?”
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
Me nnompe te yea sɛ ɔdasani. Mʼahohiahiafoɔ ateeteeɛ enti, daa nyinaa wɔbisa me sɛ, “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
11 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and 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.
