Psalms 42
1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
Kwĩhoka Ũhonokio wa Mwathani. Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora O ta ũrĩa thwariga ĩnyootagĩra tũrũũĩ twa maaĩ, no taguo ngoro yakwa ĩkũnyootagĩra, Wee Ngai.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Ngoro yakwa nĩ Ngai ĩnyootagĩra, O we Mũrungu ũrĩa ũrĩ muoyo. Ĩ nĩ rĩ ngaathiĩ ngacemanie na Ngai?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where [is] thy God?
Maithori makwa matuĩkĩte nĩmo irio ciakwa mũthenya o na ũtukũ, nao andũ manjũũragia mũthenya wothe atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
4 When I remember these [things], I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy-day.
Maũndũ maya ndĩmaririkanaga o ngĩitũrũraga ngoro yakwa: ngaririkana ũrĩa ndatwaranaga na kĩrĩndĩ, ndongoretie mũtongoro nginya nyũmba-inĩ ya Ngai, tũkĩanagĩrĩra na gĩkeno na tũgĩcookagia ngaatho, ndĩ kĩrĩndĩ-inĩ hĩndĩ ya ciathĩ.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and [why] art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the help of his countenance.
Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa, na Ngai wakwa.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Ngoro yakwa nĩnditũhĩre ĩrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa; nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩngũkũririkana ndĩ bũrũri wa Jorodani, o kũu irĩma-inĩ cia Herimoni, kuuma Kĩrĩma-inĩ kĩa Mizari.
7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Ndia ĩmwe nĩĩreta ndia ĩrĩa ĩngĩ na mũgambo wa mũrurumo wa ndururumo ciaku cia maaĩ; makũmbĩ maku mothe o na ndiihũ nĩciũkĩte, ikaahubanĩria.
8 [Yet] the LORD will command his loving-kindness in the day-time, and in the night his song [shall be] with me, [and] my prayer to the God of my life.
Mũthenya-rĩ, Jehova nĩarĩathagĩrĩra wendo wake harĩ niĩ, na ũtukũ nĩ rwĩmbo ndĩrĩmũinagĩra, rũrĩ ihooya rĩa kũhooya Mũrungu wa muoyo wakwa.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Njũũragia Mũrungu, o we rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, atĩrĩ, “Ũriganĩirwo nĩ niĩ nĩkĩ? Ingĩthiĩ ngĩcakayaga nĩkĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩirio nĩ thũ?”
10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where [is] thy God?
Nĩ ta ngũhehenjwo mahĩndĩ makwa, rĩrĩa amuku akwa mekũnyũrũria, magatinda mũthenya wothe makĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
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.
Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa na Ngai wakwa.
