Psalms 42
1 BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, 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 thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?
Ngoro yakwa nĩ Ngai ĩnyootagĩra, O we Mũrungu ũrĩa ũrĩ muoyo. Ĩ nĩ rĩ ngaathiĩ ngacemanie na Ngai?
3 My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Maithori makwa matuĩkĩte nĩmo irio ciakwa mũthenya o na ũtukũ, nao andũ manjũũragia mũthenya wothe atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
4 These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.
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 Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his 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 is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.
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 calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed 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 In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto 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 unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
Njũũragia Mũrungu, o we rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, atĩrĩ, “Ũriganĩirwo nĩ niĩ nĩkĩ? Ingĩthiĩ ngĩcakayaga nĩkĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩirio nĩ thũ?”
10 It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nĩ ta ngũhehenjwo mahĩndĩ makwa, rĩrĩa amuku akwa mekũnyũrũria, magatinda mũthenya wothe makĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation 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.
