Psalms 42
1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Ng’empeewo bw’ewejjawejja olw’amazzi, n’emmeeme yange bw’etyo bwe wejjawejja ku lulwo, Ayi Katonda.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Emmeeme yange eyaayaanira Katonda, Katonda omulamu. Ndigenda ddi ne nsisinkana Katonda?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?
Nkaabirira Mukama emisana n’ekiro. Amaziga gange gabadde emmere yange emisana n’ekiro, abantu ne baŋŋamba nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Bino mbijjukira nga nfuka emmeeme yange nga bwe nagendanga n’ekibiina ekinene, ne nkulembera ennyiriri z’abantu empanvu, nga tugenda mu nnyumba ya Katonda, nga tuyimba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka n’okwebaza mu kibiina ekijaguza.
5 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Lwaki oweddemu amaanyi ggwe emmeeme yange? Lwaki otabusetabuse mu nda yange? Essuubi lyo liteeke mu Katonda, kubanga natenderezanga omulokozi wange era Katonda wange; ye mubeezi wange.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Ayi Katonda wange, emmeeme yange yennyise, yeeraliikiridde; naye nkujjukira olw’ebyo bye wakola mu nsi ya Yoludaani ne ku nsozi engulumivu eza Kalumooni ne ku Lusozi Mizali.
7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
Obuziba bukoowoola obuziba, olw’okuwuluguma kw’ebiyiriro amayengo n’amasingisira go bimpiseeko.
8 Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Mukama alaga okwagala kwe emisana n’ekiro ne muyimbira oluyimba lwe; y’essaala eri Katonda w’obulamu bwange.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ŋŋamba Katonda, olwazi lwange nti, “Lwaki onneerabidde? Lwaki ŋŋenda nkungubaga olw’okujoogebwa abalabe bange?”
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
Mbonyaabonyezebwa ng’abalabe bange bancocca, nga bwe bagamba buli kiseera nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Lwaki wennyise Ayi ggwe emmeeme yange? Lwaki otabusetabuse mu nda yange? Weesigenga Katonda, kubanga nnaamutenderezanga, Omulokozi wange era ye Katonda wange.
