Nnwom 42
1 Kora mma “maskil” dwom. Sɛdeɛ ɔforoteɛ pere hwehwɛ nsuwansuwa no, saa ara na me kra pere hwehwɛ wo, Ao Onyankopɔn.
For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.
2 Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefoɔ no. Da bɛn na mɛtumi akɔhyia Onyankopɔn?
I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
3 Me nisuo ayɛ mʼaduane awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me sɛ: “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
4 Saa nneɛma yi na mekae ɛberɛ a mereka mʼakoma mu nsɛm; sɛdeɛ na medi asafokuo anim, na yɛde anigyeɛ nteateam ne aseda nnwom nante yuu bom kɔ Onyankopɔn fie wɔ afahyɛ da.
My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: how I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival.
5 Adɛn enti na woaboto, Ao me kra? Adɛn enti na woteetee wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Onyankopɔn.
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
6 Me kra aboto wɔ me mu enti mɛkae wo firi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔ so, firi Bepɔ Misar so.
I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.
7 Ebunu kɔ ebunu mu wɔ wo nsuo a ɛworo guo no nnyegyeeɛ mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.
8 Adekyeɛ mu Awurade kyerɛ nʼadɔeɛ; adesaeɛ mu ne dwom ba me nkyɛn. Mebɔ mpaeɛ kyerɛ Onyankopɔn a ɔma me nkwa.
In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God.
9 Mebisa Onyankopɔn me Botan sɛ, “Adɛn enti na wo werɛ afiri me? Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenante twa adwo, mʼatamfoɔ nhyɛsoɔ nti?”
I say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?”
10 Me nnompe te yea sɛ ɔdasani. Mʼahohiahiafoɔ ateeteeɛ enti, daa nyinaa wɔbisa me sɛ, “Wo Onyankopɔn wɔ he?”
It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, as all the day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”
11 Adɛn enti na woaboto, Ao me kra? Adɛn enti na woteetee wɔ me mu saa? Fa wo ho to Onyankopɔn so, na mɛkɔ so ayi no ayɛ, mʼAgyenkwa ne me Onyankopɔn.
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
