Abụ Ọma 42
1 Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Maskil nke ụmụ Kora. Dịka agụụ ịṅụ mmiri si na-agụ nne ele, otu a ka agụụ ihe banyere gị si na-agụ m, O Chineke.
BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 Akpịrị nke ihe banyere Chineke, bụ Chineke ahụ dị ndụ, na-akpọ m nkụ. Olee mgbe m pụrụ ịga zute Chineke?
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?
3 Anya mmiri m aghọọlara m ihe oriri nʼehihie ma nʼabalị, mgbe ndị mmadụ na-asị m ogologo ụbọchị niile, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
4 Ihe ndị a ka m na-echeta mgbe m na-ekwupụta ihe mgbu nke obi m: ma m cheta mgbe mụ na igwe mmadụ so aga, mgbe m ji iti mkpu ọṅụ na ekele na-edu ha nʼetiti ọha kachasị ibe ya, ndị ọṅụ juru obi, na-aga nʼụlọ Chineke.
These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.
5 O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.
6 Mkpụrụobi m na-ada mba nʼime m; ya mere, aga m echeta gị site nʼala Jọdan, na ebe dị elu nke Hemon, na sitekwa nʼugwu Miza.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.
7 Ogbu mmiri na-akpọku ogbu mmiri mgbe olu ha na-ada ụda nʼetiti nruda mmiri gị niile; ebili mmiri gị niile na mmali mmiri gị niile ekpuchiela isi m.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
8 Nʼehihie, Onyenwe anyị na-awụkwasị m ịhụnanya ya, nʼabalị abụ ya dị m nʼobi, ekpere nye Chineke nke ndụ m.
In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.
9 Ana m asị Chineke, oke nkume m, “Gịnị mere i ji chefuo m? Gịnị mere m ga-eji na-ejegharị nʼiru ụjụ nʼihi mmegbu nke onye iro?”
I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
10 Ọkpụkpụ m na-agabiga oke ihe mgbu, mgbe ndị iro m ji m na-eme ihe ọchị, ogologo ụbọchị niile ha na-ajụ m, “Olee ebe Chineke gị nọ?”
It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
11 O mkpụrụobi m, gịnị mere i ji daa mba? Gịnị mere i ji na-asụ ude nʼime m? Nwee olileanya na Chineke, nʼihi na m ka ga-eto ya ọzọ, Onye nzọpụta m na Chineke m.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
