Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Koramma “maskil” dwom. Sɛnea ɔforote pere hwehwɛ nsuwansuwa no, saa ara na me kra pere hwehwɛ wo, me Nyankopɔn.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Onyankopɔn ho sukɔm de me kra, Onyankopɔn teasefo no. Da bɛn na metumi akohyia Onyankopɔn?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
Me nisu ayɛ mʼaduan awia ne anadwo, na da mu nyinaa nnipa bisa me se: “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
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.
5 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
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.
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
Me kra abotow wɔ me mu, enti mɛkae wo fi Yordan asase so, Hermon mmepɔw so, fi Bepɔw Misar so.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
Ebun kɔ bun mu wɔ wo nsu a ɛworo gu no nnyigyei mu; wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Adekyee mu, Awurade kyerɛ nʼadɔe, adesae mu, ne dwom ba me nkyɛn, mpae a mebɔ srɛ me nkwa Nyankopɔn.
9 I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
Mibisa Onyankopɔn, me Botan no se, “Adɛn nti na wo werɛ afi me? Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ menantenantew twa adwo, mʼatamfo nhyɛso nti?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
Me nnompe te ɔdesani yawdi, mʼahohiahiafo ateetee nti, daa nyinaa wobisa me se, “Wo Nyankopɔn wɔ he?”
11 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
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.
