Salamo 42
As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
2 Iheaheàn-troko t’i Andrianañahare, i Andrianañahare veloñey; ombia ty hombako hiheo mb’añatrefan’Añahare mb’eo?
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 Filintsako handro an-kale, o ranomasokoo, ie kizaheñe lomoñandro, ami’ty hoe: Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?
4 Tiahiko o raha zao, le haborako ty an-troko ao, ie nindrezako lia i màroy, ninday iareo nangovovoke mb’añ’anjomban’ Añahare mb’eo, am-peom-pirebehañe naho fandrengeañe, i lahialeñe mitañ’andro nifotoañeñey
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 Ino ty ilonjera’o ry fiaiko? ino ty ikoreokoreoha’o añ’ovako ao? Mitama an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe ho andriañe’o, ty fandrombahañe añ’atrefa’o.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 Ry Andrianañahareko, Mitsilofìñe añ’ovako ao ty troko, tiahiko rehe boak’ an-tane Iordane ao, naho an-dengo’ i Kermone eñe, hirik’am-bohi-Mitsarey añe.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Tokave’ i lalekey ty laleke ami’ty fitroña’ o kinera’eo. songa mandipotse ahy o onja naho ren-drano’oo.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
8 Hafanto’ Iehovà an-kandro ty fiferenaiña’e, le amako an-kaleñe i sabo’ey, ty halaliko aman’ Añaharen-kaveloko.
Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 Hoe raho aman’ Añahare lamilamiko: Akore ty nandikofa’o ahiko? Ino ty andalàko ty famorekekèan- drafelahy?
I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Hoe fañotohotoañe ty an-taolako ao, ty fiteraterà’ o rafelahikoo; ie anoa’e ty hoe lomoñandro, Aia ze o Andrianañahare’o zao?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
11 Ino ty ilonjera’o, ty troko tia? Ino ty fivalitsikotahañe añ’ovako ao? Mitamà an’Andrianañahare; fa mbe handriañe’o i fandrombahan-tareheko naho Andrianañaharekoy.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
