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.
Nkunga bana ba babakala ba Kole kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Boso bummoninanga disofi phuila yi nlangu, buawu bobo muelꞌama wididi phuila yi ngeyo; Nzambi ama.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Muelꞌama wulembo moni phuila yi Nzambi, Phuila yi Nzambi yi moyo. Thangu mbi ndiela nkuenda ayi ndiela dengana Nzambi e?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where [is] thy God?
Matsuela mama mawu maba bidia biama mu builu ayi muini bu babedi ku khambanga mu lumbu kimvimba: “Kuevi kuidi Nzambi aku e?”
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.
Mambu momo ndieti tebukila moyo banga minu ndintiamuna muelꞌama: buevi ndibedi kuendilanga va kimosi ayi nkangu wu batu, mu kuba diatisa mu ntanda nate ku nzo Nzambi mu biyoko bi khini ayi mu phutudulu yi matondo va khatitsika batu bawombo badi mu nyengo.
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.
Bila mbi vongidi bobo, a muelꞌama e? Bila mbi muelꞌama wulembo niongina mu khati ama e? Tula diana diaku mu Nzambi bila ndiela kunzitisa diaka; Mvulusi ama ayi Nzambi ama.
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.
Muelꞌama widi wuvonga mu khati nitu ama Diawu ndiela kutebukilanga moyo tona ku tsi yi Yolidani, ku zitsongi zi miongi mi Elimoni ayi tona ku mongo wu Mizali.
7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Kiza kieta tela kiza kinkaka mu khumbulu yi minlangu mu zithadi ziaku. Mayo maku mamo mafioti ayi manneni ma mbukimini.
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.
Mu muini, Yave wumfidisanga luzolo luandi Mu builu nkungꞌandi widi va minu lusambulu kuidi Nzambi yi luzingu luama.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ndintuba kuidi Nzambi, ditadi diama di ngolo: “Bila mbi wunzimbikini e? Bila mbi mfueti diatilanga mu phasi, yamusungu kuidi mbeni e?”
10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where [is] thy God?
Mimvesi miama milmbo moni phasi yi lufua; batu bobo bandendi bu balembo mfingi bu beti ku khambanga mu lumbu kimvimba ti: “Kuevi kuidi Nzambi aku e?”
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.
Bila mbi vongidi bobo, a muelꞌama e? Bila mbi wulembo niongina mu khati ama e? Tula diana diaku mu Nzambi bila ndiela kunzitisa diaka; niandi Mvulusi ama ayi Nzambi ama.
