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.
Koramma “maskil” dwom. Sɛnea ɔforote pere hwehwɛ nsuwansuwa no, saa ara na me kra pere hwehwɛ wo, me Nyankopɔn.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefo no. Da bɛn na metumi akohyia Onyankopɔn?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where [is] thy God?
Me nisu ayɛ mʼaduan awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me se: “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
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.
Saa nneɛma yi na mekae bere a mereka me koma mu nsɛm; sɛnea na midi asafokuw anim, na yɛde anigye nteɛteɛmu ne aseda nnwom nantew yuu bɔ mu kɔ Onyankopɔn fi wɔ afahyɛ da no.
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.
Me kra, adɛn, na woabotow? Adɛn na woayɛ basaa wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Nyankopɔn.
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.
Me kra abotow wɔ me mu, enti mɛkae wo fi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔw so, fi Bepɔw Misar so.
7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Ebun kɔ bun mu wɔ wo nsu a ɛworo gu no nnyigyei mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
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.
Adekyee mu, Awurade kyerɛ nʼadɔe, adesae mu, ne dwom ba me nkyɛn, mpae a mebɔ srɛ me nkwa Nyankopɔn.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Mibisa Onyankopɔn, me Botan no se, “Adɛn nti na wo werɛ afi me? Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenantew twa adwo, mʼatamfo nhyɛso nti?”
10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where [is] thy God?
Me nnompe te ɔdesani yawdi, mʼahohiahiafo ateetee nti, daa nyinaa wobisa me se, “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
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.
Me kra, adɛn, na woabotow? Adɛn na woayɛ basaa wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Nyankopɔn.
