Psalms 42
1 TO THE OVERSEER. AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for streams of water, So my soul pants toward You, O God.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Maskil nke ụmụ Kora. Dịka agụụ ịṅụ mmiri si na-agụ nne ele, otu a ka agụụ ihe banyere gị si na-agụ m, O Chineke.
2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
Akpịrị nke ihe banyere Chineke, bụ Chineke ahụ dị ndụ, na-akpọ m nkụ. Olee mgbe m pụrụ ịga zute Chineke?
3 My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
Anya mmiri m aghọọlara m ihe oriri nʼehihie ma nʼabalị, mgbe ndị mmadụ na-asị m ogologo ụbọchị niile, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the shelter, I go softly with them to the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping celebration!
Ihe ndị a ka m na-echeta mgbe m na-ekwupụta ihe mgbu nke obi m: ma m cheta mgbe mụ na igwe mmadụ so aga, mgbe m ji iti mkpu ọṅụ na ekele na-edu ha nʼetiti ọha kachasị ibe ya, ndị ọṅụ juru obi, na-aga nʼụlọ Chineke.
5 Why bow yourself, O my soul? Indeed, are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—my God!
O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
6 My soul bows itself in me, Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
Mkpụrụobi m na-ada mba nʼime m; ya mere, aga m echeta gị site nʼala Jọdan, na ebe dị elu nke Hemon, na sitekwa nʼugwu Miza.
7 Deep is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed over me.
Ogbu mmiri na-akpọku ogbu mmiri mgbe olu ha na-ada ụda nʼetiti nruda mmiri gị niile; ebili mmiri gị niile na mmali mmiri gị niile ekpuchiela isi m.
8 By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
Nʼehihie, Onyenwe anyị na-awụkwasị m ịhụnanya ya, nʼabalị abụ ya dị m nʼobi, ekpere nye Chineke nke ndụ m.
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”
Ana m asị Chineke, oke nkume m, “Gịnị mere i ji chefuo m? Gịnị mere m ga-eji na-ejegharị nʼiru ụjụ nʼihi mmegbu nke onye iro?”
10 With a sword in my bones My adversaries have reproached me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
Ọkpụkpụ m na-agabiga oke ihe mgbu, mgbe ndị iro m ji m na-eme ihe ọchị, ogologo ụbọchị niile ha na-ajụ m, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
11 Why bow yourself, O my soul? And why are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya ọzọ, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
