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.
Fún adarí orin. Maskili ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Bí àgbọ̀nrín ti ń mí hẹlẹ sí ipa odò omi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mi ń mí hẹlẹ sí ọ Ọlọ́run.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: 'When shall I come and appear before God?'
Òùngbẹ Ọlọ́run ń gbẹ ọkàn mi, fún Ọlọ́run alààyè. Nígbà wo ni èmi ó lọ bá Ọlọ́run?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Oúnjẹ mi ni omijé mi ní ọ̀sán àti ní òru, nígbà tí àwọn ènìyàn ń wí fún mi ní gbogbo ọjọ́ pé, “Ọlọ́run rẹ dà?”
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.
Nígbà tí mo bá rántí nǹkan yìí, èmi tú ọkàn mi jáde nínú mi: èmi ti bá ọ̀pọ̀ ìjọ ènìyàn lọ, èmi bá wọn lọ sí ilé Ọlọ́run pẹ̀lú ohùn ayọ̀ àti ìyìn, pẹ̀lú ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn tí ń pa ọjọ́ mímọ́ mọ́.
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.
Èéṣe tí o fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Ìwọ ṣe ìrètí ní ti Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sá à máa yìn ín, Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.
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.
Ọlọ́run mi, ọkàn mi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì nínú mi: nítorí náà, èmi ó rántí rẹ láti ilẹ̀ Jordani wá, láti Hermoni láti òkè Mibsari.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.
Ibú omi ń pe ibú omi nípa híhó omi ṣíṣàn rẹ̀ gbogbo rírú omi àti bíbì omi rẹ̀ bò mí mọ́lẹ̀.
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.
Ní ọ̀sán ní Olúwa ran ìfẹ́ rẹ̀, àti ni àṣálẹ́ ni orin rẹ̀ wà pẹ̀lú mi àdúrà sí Ọlọ́run ayé mi.
9 I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under the oppression of the enemy?'
Èmi wí fún Ọlọ́run àpáta mi, “Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi gbàgbé mi? Èéṣe tí èmi o fi máa rìn nínú ìbànújẹ́, nítorí ìnilára ọ̀tá?”
10 As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Bí ẹni pé idà egungun mi ni ẹ̀gàn tí àwọn ọ̀tá mi ń gàn mí, bí wọn ti ń béèrè ní gbogbo ọjọ́. “Níbo ni Ọlọ́run rẹ wà?”
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.
Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Fi ìrètí rẹ sínú Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sì máa yìn ín, Òun ni Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.
