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.
Kumqondisi wokuhlabela. Ihubo lamaDodana kaKhora. Njengempala inxwanela imifula yamanzi, kunjalo umphefumulo wami uyakunxwanela, Oh Nkulunkulu.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Umphefumulo wami womela uNkulunkulu, uNkulunkulu ophilayo. Ngizahamba nini ngiyohlangana loNkulunkulu?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
Inyembezi zami seziyikudla kwami imini lobusuku, lapho abantu besithi kimi ilanga lonke, “Ungaphi uNkulunkulu wakho?”
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.
Lezizinto ngiyazikhumbula nxa ngizisola kakhulu ngidabukile: Ngangihamba endlini kaNkulunkulu, ngaphansi kwempiko zikaSomandla sihlokoma ngentokozo langokubonga lexuku elithakazelela umkhosi.
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.
Kungani wephukile na, wena mphefumulo wami? Kungani udungekile kanje ngaphakathi kwami? Beka ithemba lakho kuNkulunkulu, ngoba ngisezakumdumisa, uMsindisi wami loNkulunkulu wami.
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.
Umphefumulo wami wephukile ngaphakathi kwami; ngakho ngizakukhumbula kusukela esifundeni seJodani, iziqongo zaseHemoni, kusukela entabeni iMizari.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
Inziki imemeza inziki phakathi kwenhlokomo yezimpophoma zakho; wonke amavinqo lokukhaphaka sekugabhela phezu kwami.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Emini uThixo uyaluqondisa uthando lwakhe ebusuku ingoma yakhe ikhona kimi umkhuleko kuNkulunkulu wempilo yami.
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]?
Ngithi kuNkulunkulu iDwala lami, “Kutheni usungikhohliwe na? Kutheni sengizula ngingolilayo, ngincindezelwa yisitha na?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
Amathambo ami ezwa ubuhlungu obungiqedayo lapho izitha zami zingihoza, zisithi kimi ilanga lonke, “Ungaphi uNkulunkulu wakho?”
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.
Kungani wephukile na, wena mphefumulo wami? Kungani udungekile kanje ngaphakathi kwami? Beka ithemba lakho kuNkulunkulu, ngoba ngisezakumdumisa, uMsindisi wami loNkulunkulu wami.
