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.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Maskiilii Ilmaan Qooraahi. Akkuma gadamsi bishaan yaaʼutti gaggabu sana, yaa Waaqa ko, lubbuun koo sitti gaggabdi.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Lubbuun koo Waaqayyoon Waaqa jiraataa dheebotti. Ani yoomin dhaqee fuula Waaqaa arga?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Imimmaan koo halkanii guyyaa soora naa taʼeera; namoonni guyyaa guutuu “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” anaan jedhuutii.
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.
Ani yommuun waan kana yaadadhutti, lubbuu koo of keessatti nan dhangalaasa: ilillee fi faarfannaa galataatiin tuuta ayyaana ayyaaneffatu tokko, hiriiraan gara mana Waaqaatti geggeessaa tuuticha wajjin akkamitti akka ani deemaa ture yaadadha.
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.
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra keeyyadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan jajadha. Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
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.
Lubbuun koo na keessatti gadditeerti; kanaafuu ani biyya Yordaanos irraa, fiixee Hermoonii fi Gaara Miizaarii irraa si yaadadha.
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.
Huursaa fincaaʼaa keetiitiin, tuujubni tuujuba waama; dambalii fi dhaʼaan kee hundinuu, narra yaaʼan.
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.
Waaqayyo guyyaadhaan jaalala isaa kan hin geeddaramne ni ajaja; halkan immoo faarfannaan isaa na wajjin jira; kunis kadhannaa ani Waaqa jireenya kootii kadhadhuu dha.
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?
Anis Waaqa Kattaa kootiin akkana nan jedha; “Ati maaliif na dagatte? Maaliif ani diinaan cunqurfamee gaddaan jiraadha?”
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?
Amajaajonni koo guyyaa guutuu, “Waaqni kee eessa jira?” jedhanii natti qoosudhaan, akkuma goraadee lafee koo keessaatti na dhiphisu.
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.
Yaa lubbuu ko, ati maaliif gaddita? Na keessattis maaliif raafamta? Abdii kee Waaqa irra kaaʼadhu; ani amma iyyuu isa nan galateeffadha; Fayyisaa koo fi Waaqa koo nan jajadha.
