Thaburi 42
1 Kwĩhoka Ũhonokio wa Mwathani. Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora O ta ũrĩa thwariga ĩnyootagĩra tũrũũĩ twa maaĩ, no taguo ngoro yakwa ĩkũnyootagĩra, Wee Ngai.
For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
2 Ngoro yakwa nĩ Ngai ĩnyootagĩra, O we Mũrungu ũrĩa ũrĩ muoyo. Ĩ nĩ rĩ ngaathiĩ ngacemanie na Ngai?
I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
3 Maithori makwa matuĩkĩte nĩmo irio ciakwa mũthenya o na ũtukũ, nao andũ manjũũragia mũthenya wothe atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 Maũndũ maya ndĩmaririkanaga o ngĩitũrũraga ngoro yakwa: ngaririkana ũrĩa ndatwaranaga na kĩrĩndĩ, ndongoretie mũtongoro nginya nyũmba-inĩ ya Ngai, tũkĩanagĩrĩra na gĩkeno na tũgĩcookagia ngaatho, ndĩ kĩrĩndĩ-inĩ hĩndĩ ya ciathĩ.
I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
5 Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa, na Ngai wakwa.
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
6 Ngoro yakwa nĩnditũhĩre ĩrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa; nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩngũkũririkana ndĩ bũrũri wa Jorodani, o kũu irĩma-inĩ cia Herimoni, kuuma Kĩrĩma-inĩ kĩa Mizari.
my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
7 Ndia ĩmwe nĩĩreta ndia ĩrĩa ĩngĩ na mũgambo wa mũrurumo wa ndururumo ciaku cia maaĩ; makũmbĩ maku mothe o na ndiihũ nĩciũkĩte, ikaahubanĩria.
You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
8 Mũthenya-rĩ, Jehova nĩarĩathagĩrĩra wendo wake harĩ niĩ, na ũtukũ nĩ rwĩmbo ndĩrĩmũinagĩra, rũrĩ ihooya rĩa kũhooya Mũrungu wa muoyo wakwa.
But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
9 Njũũragia Mũrungu, o we rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, atĩrĩ, “Ũriganĩirwo nĩ niĩ nĩkĩ? Ingĩthiĩ ngĩcakayaga nĩkĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩirio nĩ thũ?”
I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
10 Nĩ ta ngũhehenjwo mahĩndĩ makwa, rĩrĩa amuku akwa mekũnyũrũria, magatinda mũthenya wothe makĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, “Ngai waku akĩrĩ ha?”
The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
11 Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa na Ngai wakwa.
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
