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.
Manahake ty fisehasehàn-temboay an-torahañe mitsiritsioke ty fisañasañan-troko ama’o ry Andrianañahare.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before 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 they continually say to me, Where [is] thy God?
Filintsako handro an-kale, o ranomasokoo, ie kizaheñe lomoñandro, ami’ty hoe: Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Tokave’ i lalekey ty laleke ami’ty fitroña’ o kinera’eo. songa mandipotse ahy o onja naho ren-drano’oo.
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.
Hafanto’ Iehovà an-kandro ty fiferenaiña’e, le amako an-kaleñe i sabo’ey, ty halaliko aman’ Añaharen-kaveloko.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Hoe iraho aman’ Añahare lamilamiko: Akore ty nandikofa’o ahiko? Ino ty andalàko ty famorekekèan- drafelahy?
10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, 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 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.
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.
