Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician; Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, 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 come and appear before God?
Emmeeme yange eyaayaanira Katonda, Katonda omulamu. Ndigenda ddi ne nsisinkana Katonda?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, 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 I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
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 [why] art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the health 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 do I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
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 waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Obuziba bukoowoola obuziba, olw’okuwuluguma kw’ebiyiriro amayengo n’amasingisira go bimpiseeko.
8 [Yet] the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day-time, and in the night his song shall be with me, [even] 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 go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ŋŋamba Katonda, olwazi lwange nti, “Lwaki onneerabidde? Lwaki ŋŋenda nkungubaga olw’okujoogebwa abalabe bange?”
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me; while they continually say unto me, 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 me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health 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.
