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.
DUEN tia amen inong iong pil, iduen ngen i kin inong iong komui o Kot.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before 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 they continually say to me, 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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
Ai Kot, ngen i me insensued; i ap madamadaua duen komui nan sap en kailan Iordan o Ermonin, pon dol Misar.
7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Sapwilim omui pil akan ngiringirsok, pil laud akan ngiringirsok; sapwilim omui iluk kan karos kadupal ia di.
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.
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 to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of 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 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, 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 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.
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.
