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.
Fún adarí orin. Maskili ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Bí àgbọ̀nrín ti ń mí hẹlẹ sí ipa odò omi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mi ń mí hẹlẹ sí ọ Ọlọ́run.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Òùngbẹ Ọlọ́run ń gbẹ ọkàn mi, fún Ọlọ́run alààyè. Nígbà wo ni èmi ó lọ bá Ọlọ́run?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Oúnjẹ mi ni omijé mi ní ọ̀sán àti ní òru, nígbà tí àwọn ènìyàn ń wí fún mi ní gbogbo ọjọ́ pé, “Ọlọ́run rẹ dà?”
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.
Nígbà tí mo bá rántí nǹkan yìí, èmi tú ọkàn mi jáde nínú mi: èmi ti bá ọ̀pọ̀ ìjọ ènìyàn lọ, èmi bá wọn lọ sí ilé Ọlọ́run pẹ̀lú ohùn ayọ̀ àti ìyìn, pẹ̀lú ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn tí ń pa ọjọ́ mímọ́ mọ́.
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.
Èéṣe tí o fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Ìwọ ṣe ìrètí ní ti Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sá à máa yìn ín, Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.
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.
Ọlọ́run mi, ọkàn mi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì nínú mi: nítorí náà, èmi ó rántí rẹ láti ilẹ̀ Jordani wá, láti Hermoni láti òkè Mibsari.
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.
Ibú omi ń pe ibú omi nípa híhó omi ṣíṣàn rẹ̀ gbogbo rírú omi àti bíbì omi rẹ̀ bò mí mọ́lẹ̀.
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.
Ní ọ̀sán ní Olúwa ran ìfẹ́ rẹ̀, àti ni àṣálẹ́ ni orin rẹ̀ wà pẹ̀lú mi àdúrà sí Ọlọ́run ayé mi.
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?
Èmi wí fún Ọlọ́run àpáta mi, “Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi gbàgbé mi? Èéṣe tí èmi o fi máa rìn nínú ìbànújẹ́, nítorí ìnilára ọ̀tá?”
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?
Bí ẹni pé idà egungun mi ni ẹ̀gàn tí àwọn ọ̀tá mi ń gàn mí, bí wọn ti ń béèrè ní gbogbo ọjọ́. “Níbo ni Ọlọ́run rẹ wà?”
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.
Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Fi ìrètí rẹ sínú Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sì máa yìn ín, Òun ni Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.
