Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, [even] to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
Rekel sem: »Pazil bom na svoje poti, da ne bom grešil s svojim jezikom. Ko bo zlobni pred menoj, bom svoja usta držal z uzdo.«
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, [even] from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
Bil sem nem s tišino, molčal sem, celó pred dobrim in moja bridkost je bila razvneta.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: [then] I spoke with my tongue.
Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it [is]; [that] I may know how frail I [am].
» Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] a hand-breadth; and my age [is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state [is] altogether vanity. (Selah)
Glej, moje dneve si naredil kakor dlan in moja starost je kakor nič pred teboj. Resnično, vsak človek v svojem najboljšem stanju je povsem ničevost.« (Sela)
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
7 And now, LORD, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst [it].
Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me; I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man [is] vanity. (Selah)
Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I [am] a stranger with thee, [and] a sojourner, as all my fathers [were].
Usliši mojo molitev, oh Gospod in pazljivo prisluhni mojemu vpitju; ob mojih solzah ne molči. Kajti jaz sem tujec s teboj in začasni prebivalec, kakor so bili vsi moji očetje.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
