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.
To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for 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 a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face 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, While it hath been said 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, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
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 shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
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.
My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
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.
Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
8 Nʼehihie, Onyenwe anyị na-awụkwasị m ịhụnanya ya, nʼabalị abụ ya dị m nʼobi, ekpere nye Chineke nke ndụ m.
By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to 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 onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by 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?”
With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying 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 shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
