Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Sida deeradu biyaha durdurka ugu harraaddo, Ayay naftaydu kuugu harraaddaa, Ilaahayow.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Naftaydu waxay u oomman tahay Ilaah, kaasoo ah Ilaaha nool. Goormaan u tegi doonaa oo aan Ilaah hortiisa ka muuqan doonaa?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Habeen iyo maalinba waxaa cunto ii noqday ilmadaydii, Intay had iyo goorba i leeyihiin, Ilaahaagu meeh?
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Haddaba waan qarracmaa markaan soo xusuusto waxyaalahan, Sidaan guutada u raaci jiray, oo aan iyaga ugu hor kici jiray guriga Ilaah, Annagoo ku heesayna cod farxad ah iyo ammaan, oo ah dad fara badan oo iidaya.
5 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Naftaydoy, bal maxaad u murugaysan tahay? Oo bal maxaad gudahayga ugu rabshaysan tahay? Ilaah ku kalsoonow, waayo, weli waxaan isaga u ammaanayaa caawimaadda wejigiisa.
6 My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Ilaahayow, naftaydu waa igu murugaysan tahay, Oo sidaas daraaddeed waxaan ka xusuusnahay dalkii Urdun, Iyo fiiqfiiqyada Buur Xermoon iyo Buur Miscaar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
Moolba mool buu u yeedhaa markay biya dhacu qaylinayaan, Hirarkaagii iyo mawjadahaagii oo dhammu dushayday mareen.
8 GOD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
Laakiinse Rabbigu maalinnimada wuxuu soo diri doonaa raxmaddiisa, Oo habeennimadana waxaa ila jiri doona gabaygiisa, Iyo baryootanka aan Ilaaha noloshayda baryo.
9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Waxaan Ilaaha dhagaxayga weyn ah ku odhan doonaa, Bal maxaad ii illowday? Dulmiga cadowga daraaddiis bal maxaan ula sii cabaadaa?
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Sida iyadoo seefu lafahayga burburinayso, ayaa cadaawayaashaydu i caayaan, Intay had iyo goorba i leeyihiin, Ilaahaagu meeh?
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
Naftaydoy, bal maxaad u murugaysan tahay? Oo bal maxaad gudahayga ugu rabshaysan tahay? Ilaah ku kalsoonow, waayo, weli waxaan ammaanayaa Isagoo ah caawimaadda wejigayga iyo Ilaahay.
