Psalms 42
1 BOOK II For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God.
Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Maskil ne na’Ya’yan Kora maza. Kamar yadda barewa take marmarin ruwan rafuffuka, haka raina yake marmarinka, ya Allah.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: 'When shall I come and appear before God?'
Raina yana ƙishin Allah, Allah mai rai. Yaushe zan tafi in sadu da Allah ne?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Hawayena ne sun zama abincina dare da rana, yayinda mutane suke ce da ni dukan yini, “Ina Allahnka ɗin?”
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Waɗannan abubuwa ne nakan tuna sa’ad da nake faɗin abin da yake a raina, yadda dā nakan tafi tare da taron jama’a, ina bishe su a jere zuwa gidan Allah, da sowa ta farin ciki da kuma godiya a cikin taron biki.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.
Me ya sa kake baƙin ciki, ya raina? Me ya sa ka damu a cikina? Ka dogara ga Allah, gama zai sāke yabe shi, Mai Cetona da kuma Allahna.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Raina yana baƙin ciki a cikina; saboda haka zan tuna da kai daga ƙasar Urdun, a ƙwanƙolin Hermon, daga Dutsen Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.
Zurfi kan kira zurfi cikin rurin matsirgar ruwanka; dukan raƙuma da igiyoyi sun sha kaina.
8 By day the LORD will command His lovingkindness, and in the night His song shall be with me, even a prayer unto the God of my life.
Da rana Ubangiji yakan nuna ƙaunarsa, da dare waƙarsa tana tare da ni, addu’a ga Allah na raina.
9 I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under the oppression of the enemy?'
Na ce wa Allah Dutsena, “Me ya sa ka manta da ni? Me zai sa in yi ta yawo ina makoki, a danne a hannun abokin gāba?”
10 As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Ƙasusuwana suna jin jiki da wahala yayinda maƙiyana suna mini ba’a, suna ce mini dukan yini, “Ina Allahnka ɗin?”
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Me ya sa kake baƙin ciki, ya raina? Me ya sa ka damu a cikina? Ka dogara ga Allah, gama zai sāke yabe shi, Mai Cetona da kuma Allahna.
