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. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, 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 hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy 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 booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!
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.
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I 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.
In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Tɔ goglo yɔa tɔ goglo le wò tsitsetsewo ƒe howɔwɔ me; wò tsitsotsoewo kple tsi kpakawo ŋe tsyiɔ dzinye.
Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy 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 Jehovah commandeth 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 hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I 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 Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy 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.
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
