Salamo 42
1 Manahake ty fisehasehàn-temboay an-torahañe mitsiritsioke ty fisañasañan-troko ama’o ry Andrianañahare.
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 Iheaheàn-troko t’i Andrianañahare, i Andrianañahare veloñey; ombia ty hombako hiheo mb’añatrefan’Añahare mb’eo?
I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
3 Filintsako handro an-kale, o ranomasokoo, ie kizaheñe lomoñandro, ami’ty hoe: Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 Tiahiko o raha zao, le haborako ty an-troko ao, ie nindrezako lia i màroy, ninday iareo nangovovoke mb’añ’anjomban’ Añahare mb’eo, am-peom-pirebehañe naho fandrengeañe, i lahialeñe mitañ’andro nifotoañeñey
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 Ino ty ilonjera’o ry fiaiko? ino ty ikoreokoreoha’o añ’ovako ao? Mitama an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe ho andriañe’o, ty fandrombahañe añ’atrefa’o.
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 Ry Andrianañahareko, Mitsilofìñe añ’ovako ao ty troko, tiahiko irehe boak’ an-tane Iordane ao, naho an-dengo’ i Kermone eñe, hirik’am-bohi-Mitsarey añe.
my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
7 Tokave’ i lalekey ty laleke ami’ty fitroña’ o kinera’eo. songa mandipotse ahy o onja naho ren-drano’oo.
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 Hafanto’ Iehovà an-kandro ty fiferenaiña’e, le amako an-kaleñe i sabo’ey, ty halaliko aman’ Añaharen-kaveloko.
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 Hoe iraho aman’ Añahare lamilamiko: Akore ty nandikofa’o ahiko? Ino ty andalàko ty famorekekèan- drafelahy?
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 Hoe fañotohotoañe ty an-taolako ao, ty fiteraterà’ o rafelahikoo; ie anoa’e ty hoe lomoñandro, Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
11 Ino ty ilonjera’o, ty troko tia? Ino ty fivalitsikotahañe añ’ovako ao? Mitamà an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe handriañe’o i fandrombahan-tareheko naho Andrianañaharekoy.
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!
