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.
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 thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?
Emmeeme yange eyaayaanira Katonda, Katonda omulamu. Ndigenda ddi ne nsisinkana Katonda?
3 My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nkaabirira Mukama emisana n’ekiro. Amaziga gange gabadde emmere yange emisana n’ekiro, abantu ne baŋŋamba nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
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.
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 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.
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 thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.
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 calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
Obuziba bukoowoola obuziba, olw’okuwuluguma kw’ebiyiriro amayengo n’amasingisira go bimpiseeko.
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.
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 hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
Ŋŋamba Katonda, olwazi lwange nti, “Lwaki onneerabidde? Lwaki ŋŋenda nkungubaga olw’okujoogebwa abalabe bange?”
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?
Mbonyaabonyezebwa ng’abalabe bange bancocca, nga bwe bagamba buli kiseera nti, “Katonda wo ali ludda wa?”
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.
Lwaki wennyise Ayi ggwe emmeeme yange? Lwaki otabusetabuse mu nda yange? Weesigenga Katonda, kubanga nnaamutenderezanga, Omulokozi wange era ye Katonda wange.
