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.

DUEN tia amen inong iong pil, iduen ngen i kin inong iong komui o Kot.

2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

Ngen i inong iong Kot, ong Kot ieias. Iad i pan lel wasa o, me i pan ariri silang en Kot.

3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

Pil en mas ai, iei kan ai manga ni ran o ni pong, pwe irail kin indang ia ran karos: Ia om Kot?

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.

Ma i madamadaua duen mepukat, i ap wudokila audepan mongiong i ong pein ngai, pwe i inong iong iang pokon o kokodalang tanpas en Kot, o i men iang pokon, me kin wiada a ran, pereperen o kapikapinga.

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.

Ngen i, da me koe insensuedeki o sota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! I pan purong kapinga i. Pwe a kotin sauasa kin ia silang i.

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.

Ai Kot, ngen i me insensued; i ap madamadaua duen komui nan sap en kailan Iordan o Ermonin, pon dol Misar.

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.

Sapwilim omui pil akan ngiringirsok, pil laud akan ngiringirsok; sapwilim omui iluk kan karos kadupal ia di.

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.

Ieowa kotin inaukidar a kalangan ni ran, a ni pong i kin kauli ong i, o i kapakap ong Kot en maur i.

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?

I kin indang Kot ai paip: Da me kom kotin likidmalie kin ia la? Da me i en weweideki ni insensued pweki ai imwintiti kelail ong ia?

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?

Likamata kokon ai kan mut pasanger, ni ai imwintiti lalaue ia. Pwe re kin indang ia ran karos: Ia om Kot?

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.

Ngen i, da me koe insensuedeki o sota moleileiki? Auiaui Kot! Pwe i pan danke i, pwe i sauas pan mas ai o ai Kot.