Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.
Kwĩhoka Ũhonokio wa Mwathani. Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora O ta ũrĩa thwariga ĩnyootagĩra tũrũũĩ twa maaĩ, no taguo ngoro yakwa ĩkũnyootagĩra, Wee Ngai.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Ngoro yakwa nĩ Ngai ĩnyootagĩra, O we Mũrungu ũrĩa ũrĩ muoyo. Ĩ nĩ rĩ ngaathiĩ ngacemanie na Ngai?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
Maithori makwa matuĩkĩte nĩmo irio ciakwa mũthenya o na ũtukũ, nao andũ manjũũragia mũthenya wothe atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
Maũndũ maya ndĩmaririkanaga o ngĩitũrũraga ngoro yakwa: ngaririkana ũrĩa ndatwaranaga na kĩrĩndĩ, ndongoretie mũtongoro nginya nyũmba-inĩ ya Ngai, tũkĩanagĩrĩra na gĩkeno na tũgĩcookagia ngaatho, ndĩ kĩrĩndĩ-inĩ hĩndĩ ya ciathĩ.
5 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa, na Ngai wakwa.
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
Ngoro yakwa nĩnditũhĩre ĩrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa; nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩngũkũririkana ndĩ bũrũri wa Jorodani, o kũu irĩma-inĩ cia Herimoni, kuuma Kĩrĩma-inĩ kĩa Mizari.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
Ndia ĩmwe nĩĩreta ndia ĩrĩa ĩngĩ na mũgambo wa mũrurumo wa ndururumo ciaku cia maaĩ; makũmbĩ maku mothe o na ndiihũ nĩciũkĩte, ikaahubanĩria.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Mũthenya-rĩ, Jehova nĩarĩathagĩrĩra wendo wake harĩ niĩ, na ũtukũ nĩ rwĩmbo ndĩrĩmũinagĩra, rũrĩ ihooya rĩa kũhooya Mũrungu wa muoyo wakwa.
9 I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
Njũũragia Mũrungu, o we rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, atĩrĩ, “Ũriganĩirwo nĩ niĩ nĩkĩ? Ingĩthiĩ ngĩcakayaga nĩkĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩirio nĩ thũ?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
Nĩ ta ngũhehenjwo mahĩndĩ makwa, rĩrĩa amuku akwa mekũnyũrũria, magatinda mũthenya wothe makĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
11 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa na Ngai wakwa.
