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.

Kakor jelen hlepi za vodnimi potoki, tako moja duša hrepeni po tebi oh Bog.

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

Mojo dušo žeja po Bogu, po živem Bogu. Kdaj bom prišel in se pojavil pred Bogom?

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

Moje solze so mi bile hrana dan in noč, medtem ko mi nenehno pravijo: »Kje je tvoj Bog?«

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.

Ko se spominjam teh besed, v sebi izlivam svojo dušo, kajti odšel sem z množico, z njimi sem šel k Božji hiši, z glasom radosti in hvale, z množico, ki je praznovala sveti dan.

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.

Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena v meni? Upaj v Boga, kajti še ga bom hvalil zaradi pomoči njegovega obličja.

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.

Oh moj Bog, moja duša je v meni potrta, zatorej se te spominjam iz jordanske in hermonske dežele, s hriba Micár.

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

Brezno kliče breznu ob zvoku tvojih vodnih tornadov. Vsi tvoji valovi in tvoji veliki valovi so šli čezme.

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

Vendar bo Gospod podnevi zapovedal svoji ljubeči skrbnosti in ponoči bo njegova pesem z menoj in moja molitev k Bogu mojega življenja.

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]?

Rekel bom Bogu, svoji skali: »Zakaj si me pozabil? Zakaj hodim in žalujem zaradi sovražnikovega zatiranja?«

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

Kakor z mečem v moje kosti me grajajo moji sovražniki, medtem ko mi vsak dan pravijo: »Kje je tvoj Bog?«

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.

Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena znotraj mene? Upaj v Boga, kajti še bom hvalil njega, ki je zdravje mojega obličja in moj Bog.