Psalms 42

1 For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.

Fún adarí orin. Maskili ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Bí àgbọ̀nrín ti ń mí hẹlẹ sí ipa odò omi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mi ń mí hẹlẹ sí ọ Ọlọ́run.

2 I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

Òùngbẹ Ọlọ́run ń gbẹ ọkàn mi, fún Ọlọ́run alààyè. Nígbà wo ni èmi ó lọ bá Ọlọ́run?

3 My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, ‘Where is your God?’

Oúnjẹ mi ni omijé mi ní ọ̀sán àti ní òru, nígbà tí àwọn ènìyàn ń wí fún mi ní gbogbo ọjọ́ pé, “Ọlọ́run rẹ dà?”

4 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.

Nígbà tí mo bá rántí nǹkan yìí, èmi tú ọkàn mi jáde nínú mi: èmi ti bá ọ̀pọ̀ ìjọ ènìyàn lọ, èmi bá wọn lọ sí ilé Ọlọ́run pẹ̀lú ohùn ayọ̀ àti ìyìn, pẹ̀lú ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn tí ń pa ọjọ́ mímọ́ mọ́.

5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

Èéṣe tí o fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Ìwọ ṣe ìrètí ní ti Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sá à máa yìn ín, Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.

6 I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.

Ọlọ́run mi, ọkàn mi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì nínú mi: nítorí náà, èmi ó rántí rẹ láti ilẹ̀ Jordani wá, láti Hermoni láti òkè Mibsari.

7 Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.

Ibú omi ń pe ibú omi nípa híhó omi ṣíṣàn rẹ̀ gbogbo rírú omi àti bíbì omi rẹ̀ bò mí mọ́lẹ̀.

8 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.

Ní ọ̀sán ní Olúwa ran ìfẹ́ rẹ̀, àti ni àṣálẹ́ ni orin rẹ̀ wà pẹ̀lú mi àdúrà sí Ọlọ́run ayé mi.

9 I say to God my rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?’

Èmi wí fún Ọlọ́run àpáta mi, “Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi gbàgbé mi? Èéṣe tí èmi o fi máa rìn nínú ìbànújẹ́, nítorí ìnilára ọ̀tá?”

10 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?’

Bí ẹni pé idà egungun mi ni ẹ̀gàn tí àwọn ọ̀tá mi ń gàn mí, bí wọn ti ń béèrè ní gbogbo ọjọ́. “Níbo ni Ọlọ́run rẹ wà?”

11 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi ń rẹ̀wẹ̀sì, ìwọ ọkàn mi? Èéṣe tí ara rẹ kò fi lélẹ̀ nínú mi? Fi ìrètí rẹ sínú Ọlọ́run, nítorí èmi yóò sì máa yìn ín, Òun ni Olùgbàlà mi àti Ọlọ́run mi.