Psalmowo 42
1 Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Ale si zinɔ ƒe ve me ƒunae ɖe tɔʋuwo ŋu la, O! Mawu, nenemae nye luʋɔ le diwòm.
TO THE OVERSEER. AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for streams of water, So my soul pants toward You, O God.
2 Tsikɔ le nye luʋɔ wum ɖe Mawu ŋu, ɖe Mawu gbagbe la ŋu. Ɣe ka ɣi mayi aɖado go Mawu?
My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
3 Nye aɖatsiwo zu nuɖuɖu nam zã kple keli, evɔ amewo le gbɔgblɔm nam ŋkeke blibo la be, “Afi ka wò Mawu la le?”
My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
4 Nu siawo dzi meɖo ŋkue esi meyi ɖokuinye me. Tsã la, nyee kplɔa amehawo; menɔa ŋgɔ kplɔa wo yina ɖe gbedoxɔ me, eye dzidzɔɣli kple kafukafuhawo dea dzi le ŋkekenyuiɖulawo dome kɔtɔɔ.
These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the shelter, I go softly with them to the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping celebration!
5 O! Nye luʋɔ, nu ka ŋuti nèle nu xam? Nu ka ta nètsi dzodzodzoe le menye ɖo? Tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Mawu dzi, elabena magakafui, eya ame si nye nye Ɖela kple nye Mawu.
Why bow yourself, O my soul? Indeed, are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—my God!
6 Nye luʋɔ le nu xam le menye, eya ta maɖo ŋku dziwò le Yɔdanyigba dzi, le Hermon tame ke kple Mizar to dzi.
My soul bows itself in me, Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
7 Tɔ goglo yɔa tɔ goglo le wò tsitsetsewo ƒe howɔwɔ me; wò tsitsotsoewo kple tsi kpakawo ŋe tsyiɔ dzinye.
Deep is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed over me.
8 Le ŋkeke me la, Yehowa ɖoa eƒe lɔlɔ̃ ɖem, le zã me la eƒe ha nɔa nunyeme, eye wònyea gbedodoɖa na nye agbe ƒe Mawu la.
By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
9 Megblɔ na Mawu, nye Agakpe la be, “Nu ka ta nèŋlɔm be ɖo? Nu ka ta manɔ yiyim, anɔ nu xam le nye futɔwo ƒe teteɖeanyi ta ɖo?”
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”
10 Nye ƒuwo le veve sem, eye nye ketɔwo le alɔme ɖem le ŋunye, le gbɔgblɔm nam ŋkeke blibo la be, “Afi ka wò Mawu la le?”
With a sword in my bones My adversaries have reproached me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
11 O! Nye luʋɔ, nu ka ta nèle nu xam ɖo? Nu ka ta nètsi dzodzodzoe le menye ɖo? Tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Mawu dzi, elabena magakafui, eya ame si nye nye Ɖela kple nye Mawu.
Why bow yourself, O my soul? And why are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
