Psalms 42
1 To victorie, to the sones of Chore. As an hert desirith to the wellis of watris; so thou, God, my soule desirith to thee.
Sida deeradu biyaha durdurka ugu harraaddo, Ayay naftaydu kuugu harraaddaa, Ilaahayow.
2 Mi soule thirstide to God, `that is a `quik welle; whanne schal Y come, and appere bifor the face of God?
Naftaydu waxay u oomman tahay Ilaah, kaasoo ah Ilaaha nool. Goormaan u tegi doonaa oo aan Ilaah hortiisa ka muuqan doonaa?
3 Mi teeris weren looues to me bi dai and nyyt; while it is seid to me ech dai, Where is thi God?
Habeen iyo maalinba waxaa cunto ii noqday ilmadaydii, Intay had iyo goorba i leeyihiin, Ilaahaagu meeh?
4 I bithouyte of these thingis, and Y schedde out in me my soule; for Y schal passe in to the place of the wondurful tabernacle, til to the hows of God. In the vois of ful out ioiyng and knoulechyng; is the sown of the etere.
Haddaba waan qarracmaa markaan soo xusuusto waxyaalahan, Sidaan guutada u raaci jiray, oo aan iyaga ugu hor kici jiray guriga Ilaah, Annagoo ku heesayna cod farxad ah iyo ammaan, oo ah dad fara badan oo iidaya.
5 Mi soule, whi art thou sory; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer,
Naftaydoy, bal maxaad u murugaysan tahay? Oo bal maxaad gudahayga ugu rabshaysan tahay? Ilaah ku kalsoonow, waayo, weli waxaan isaga u ammaanayaa caawimaadda wejigiisa.
6 and my God. My soule is disturblid at my silf; therfor, God, Y schal be myndeful of thee fro the lond of Jordan, and fro the litil hil Hermonyim.
Ilaahayow, naftaydu waa igu murugaysan tahay, Oo sidaas daraaddeed waxaan ka xusuusnahay dalkii Urdun, Iyo fiiqfiiqyada Buur Xermoon iyo Buur Miscaar.
7 Depthe clepith depthe; in the vois of thi wyndows. Alle thin hiye thingis and thi wawis; passiden ouer me.
Moolba mool buu u yeedhaa markay biya dhacu qaylinayaan, Hirarkaagii iyo mawjadahaagii oo dhammu dushayday mareen.
8 The Lord sente his merci in the dai; and his song in the nyyt.
Laakiinse Rabbigu maalinnimada wuxuu soo diri doonaa raxmaddiisa, Oo habeennimadana waxaa ila jiri doona gabaygiisa, Iyo baryootanka aan Ilaaha noloshayda baryo.
9 At me is a preier to the God of my lijf; Y schal seie to God, Thou art my `takere vp. Whi foryetist thou me; and whi go Y sorewful, while the enemy turmentith me?
Waxaan Ilaaha dhagaxayga weyn ah ku odhan doonaa, Bal maxaad ii illowday? Dulmiga cadowga daraaddiis bal maxaan ula sii cabaadaa?
10 While my boonys ben brokun togidere; myn enemyes, that troblen me, dispiseden me. While thei seien to me, bi alle daies; Where is thi God?
Sida iyadoo seefu lafahayga burburinayso, ayaa cadaawayaashaydu i caayaan, Intay had iyo goorba i leeyihiin, Ilaahaagu meeh?
11 Mi soule, whi art thou sori; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; `he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.
Naftaydoy, bal maxaad u murugaysan tahay? Oo bal maxaad gudahayga ugu rabshaysan tahay? Ilaah ku kalsoonow, waayo, weli waxaan ammaanayaa Isagoo ah caawimaadda wejigayga iyo Ilaahay.
