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.

Zborovođi. Poučna pjesma. Sinova Korahovih. Kao što košuta žudi za izvor-vodom, tako duša moja čezne, Bože, za tobom.

2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

Žedna mi je duša Boga, Boga živoga: o, kada ću doći i lice Božje gledati?

3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

Suze su kruh moj danju i noću, dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”

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.

Duša moja gine kada se spomenem kako koračah u mnoštvu predvodeć' ih k Domu Božjem uz radosno klicanje i hvalopojke u povorci svečanoj.

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.

Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!

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.

Tuguje duša u meni, stoga se tebe spominjem iz zemlje Jordana i Hermona, s brda Misara.

7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.

Bezdan doziva bezdan bukom slapova tvojih: sve vode tvoje i vali preko mene prijeđoše.

8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.

Nek' mi danju Jahve naklonost udijeli, a noću pjesmom ću hvalit' Boga života svog.

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]?

Reći ću Bogu: “Hridino moja, zašto me zaboravljaš? Zašto obilazim žalostan, pritisnut dušmanima?”

10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?

Kosti mi se lome od poruge neprijatelja dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”

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.

Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!