Nnwom 42
1 Koramma “maskil” dwom. Sɛnea ɔforote pere hwehwɛ nsuwansuwa no, saa ara na me kra pere hwehwɛ wo, me Nyankopɔn.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefo no. Da bɛn na metumi akohyia Onyankopɔn?
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 Me nisu ayɛ mʼaduan awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me se: “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 Saa nneɛma yi na mekae bere a mereka me koma mu nsɛm; sɛnea na midi asafokuw anim, na yɛde anigye nteɛteɛmu ne aseda nnwom nantew yuu bɔ mu kɔ Onyankopɔn fi wɔ afahyɛ da no.
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Me kra, adɛn, na woabotow? Adɛn na woayɛ basaa wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Nyankopɔn.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 Me kra abotow wɔ me mu, enti mɛkae wo fi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔw so, fi Bepɔw Misar so.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Ebun kɔ bun mu wɔ wo nsu a ɛworo gu no nnyigyei mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Adekyee mu, Awurade kyerɛ nʼadɔe, adesae mu, ne dwom ba me nkyɛn, mpae a mebɔ srɛ me nkwa Nyankopɔn.
Yet Yhwh will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 Mibisa Onyankopɔn, me Botan no se, “Adɛn nti na wo werɛ afi me? Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenantew twa adwo, mʼatamfo nhyɛso nti?”
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Me nnompe te ɔdesani yawdi, mʼahohiahiafo ateetee nti, daa nyinaa wobisa me se, “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Me kra, adɛn, na woabotow? Adɛn na woayɛ basaa wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Nyankopɔn.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
