Psalms 42
1 To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.
Manahake ty fisehasehàn-temboay an-torahañe mitsiritsioke ty fisañasañan-troko ama’o ry Andrianañahare.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Iheaheàn-troko t’i Andrianañahare, i Andrianañahare veloñey; ombia ty hombako hiheo mb’añatrefan’Añahare mb’eo?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Filintsako handro an-kale, o ranomasokoo, ie kizaheñe lomoñandro, ami’ty hoe: Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
4 These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
Tiahiko o raha zao, le haborako ty an-troko ao, ie nindrezako lia i màroy, ninday iareo nangovovoke mb’añ’anjomban’ Añahare mb’eo, am-peom-pirebehañe naho fandrengeañe, i lahialeñe mitañ’andro nifotoañeñey
5 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
Ino ty ilonjera’o ry fiaiko? ino ty ikoreokoreoha’o añ’ovako ao? Mitama an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe ho andriañe’o, ty fandrombahañe añ’atrefa’o.
6 My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Ry Andrianañahareko, Mitsilofìñe añ’ovako ao ty troko, tiahiko irehe boak’ an-tane Iordane ao, naho an-dengo’ i Kermone eñe, hirik’am-bohi-Mitsarey añe.
7 Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
Tokave’ i lalekey ty laleke ami’ty fitroña’ o kinera’eo. songa mandipotse ahy o onja naho ren-drano’oo.
8 By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.
Hafanto’ Iehovà an-kandro ty fiferenaiña’e, le amako an-kaleñe i sabo’ey, ty halaliko aman’ Añaharen-kaveloko.
9 I will say onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?
Hoe iraho aman’ Añahare lamilamiko: Akore ty nandikofa’o ahiko? Ino ty andalàko ty famorekekèan- drafelahy?
10 With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Hoe fañotohotoañe ty an-taolako ao, ty fiteraterà’ o rafelahikoo; ie anoa’e ty hoe lomoñandro, Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
11 Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
Ino ty ilonjera’o, ty troko tia? Ino ty fivalitsikotahañe añ’ovako ao? Mitamà an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe handriañe’o i fandrombahan-tareheko naho Andrianañaharekoy.
