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.
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 come and appear before 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 meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, 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 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.
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 [why] art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the health 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 do I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
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 waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Japwilim omui pil akan nirinirjok, pil laud akan nirinirjok; japwilim omui iluk kan karoj kadupal ia di.
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.
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 go I mourning because of 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 As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me; while they continually say unto me, 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 me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health 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.
