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.
Kwa mwimbishaji. Utenzi wa wana wa Kora. Kama vile ayala aoneavyo shauku vijito vya maji, ndivyo nafsi yangu ikuoneavyo shauku, Ee Mungu.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Nafsi yangu inamwonea Mungu kiu, Mungu aliye hai. Ni lini nitaweza kwenda kukutana na Mungu?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
Machozi yangu yamekuwa chakula changu usiku na mchana, huku watu wakiniambia mchana kutwa, “Yuko wapi Mungu wako?”
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.
Mambo haya nayakumbuka ninapoimimina nafsi yangu: Jinsi nilivyokuwa nikienda na umati wa watu, nikiongoza maandamano kuelekea kwenye nyumba ya Mungu, kwa kelele za shangwe na za shukrani katikati ya umati uliosherehekea.
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.
Ee nafsi yangu, kwa nini unasononeka? Kwa nini unafadhaika hivyo ndani yangu? Weka tumaini lako kwa Mungu, kwa sababu bado nitamsifu, Mwokozi wangu na
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.
Mungu wangu. Nafsi yangu inasononeka ndani yangu; kwa hiyo nitakukumbuka kutoka nchi ya Yordani, katika vilele vya Hermoni, kutoka Mlima Mizari.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
Kilindi huita kilindi, katika ngurumo za maporomoko ya maji yako; mawimbi yako yote pamoja na viwimbi vimepita juu yangu.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Mchana Bwana huelekeza upendo wake, usiku wimbo wake uko nami: maombi kwa Mungu wa uzima wangu.
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]?
Ninamwambia Mungu Mwamba wangu, “Kwa nini umenisahau? Kwa nini niendelee kuomboleza, nikiwa nimeonewa na adui?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
Mifupa yangu inateseka kwa maumivu makali adui zangu wanaponidhihaki, wakiniambia mchana kutwa, “Yuko wapi Mungu wako?”
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.
Ee nafsi yangu, kwa nini unasononeka? Kwa nini unafadhaika hivyo ndani yangu? Weka tumaini lako kwa Mungu, kwa sababu bado nitamsifu, Mwokozi wangu na Mungu wangu.
