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.
Duen tia amen inon ion pil iduen nen i kin inon ion komui o Kot.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?
Nen i inon ion Kot, on Kot ieiaij. Iad I pan lel waja o, me I pan ariri jilan en Kot.
3 My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Pil en maj ai, iei kan ai mana ni ran o ni pon, pwe irail kin indan ia ran karoj: ia om Kot?
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.
Ma i madamadaua duen mepukat, i ap wudokila audepan monion i on pein nai, pwe i inon ion ian pokon o kokodalan tanpaj en Kot, o i men ian pokon, me kin wiada a ran, pereperen o kapikapina.
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.
Nen i, da me koe injenjuedeki o jota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! I pan puron kapina i. Pwe a kotin jauaja kin ia jilan i.
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.
Ai Kot, nen i me injenjued; I ap madamadaua duen komui nan jap en kailan Iordan o Ermonin, pon dol Mijar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
Japwilim omui pil akan nirinirjok, pil laud akan nirinirjok; japwilim omui iluk kan karoj kadupal ia di.
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.
Ieowa kotin inaukidar a kalanan ni ran, a ni pon i kin kauli on i, o i kapakap on Kot en maur i.
9 I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
I kin indan Kot ai paip: Da me kom kotin likidmalie kin ia la? Da me i en weweideki ni injenjued pweki ai imwintiti kelail on ia?
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?
Likamata kokon ai kan mut pajaner, ni ai imwintiti lalaue ia. Pwe re kin indan ia ran karoj: Ia om Kot?
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.
Nen i, da me koe injenjuedeki o jota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! Pwe i pan danke i, pwe i jauaj pan maj ai o ai Kot.
