Psalms 42
1 Deer pant, desiring to drink water from a stream [when there is a drought] (OR, [when they are being pursued by hunters].) In the same way [SIM], God, I need you very much.
Til songmeisteren; ein song til lærdom, av Korahs born. Som ein hjort styn etter vatsbekkjer, so styn mi sjæl etter deg, min Gud.
2 I desire to have fellowship with [MET] you, the all-powerful God. [I wonder], “When will I be able to go [back to the temple in Israel] and worship in your presence again?”
Mi sjæl tyrster etter Gud, etter den livande Gud. Når skal eg koma og syna meg for Guds åsyn?
3 Every day and every night I cry; [it is as though] the only thing I have to drink is my tears; and while I do that, my enemies are continually asking me, “Why does your god not [help you]?”
Mine tåror er min mat dag og natt, av di dei all dagen segjer til meg: «Kvar er din Gud?»
4 I am very distressed [IDM] as I remember when I went with the crowd of people to the temple [in Jerusalem], leading them as we walked along; we were all shouting joyfully and singing to thank God [for what he had done]; we were a large group who were celebrating.
Dette må eg koma i hug og tøma ut mi sjæl hjå meg: korleis eg drog fram i manntrongen og vandra med deim til Guds hus med fagnadrøyst og lovsong, ein høgtidleg folkestraum.
5 So [I say to] myself, “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I confidently expect God [to help me], and again I will praise him, my God, the one who saves me.”
Kvi er du nedbøygd, mi sjæl, og bruser i meg? Venta på Gud, for eg skal endå lova honom for frelsa frå hans andlit.
6 [But now, Yahweh], I am very discouraged [IDM], so I think about you, even from where the Jordan [River] gushes out from the bottom of Hermon [Mountain] and from Mizar Mountain.
Min Gud! Mi sjæl er nedbøygd i meg; difor kjem eg deg i hug frå Jordanlandet og Hermonhøgderne, frå det vesle fjell.
7 But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down [MET]; [it is like] a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.
Vatsflod ropar til vatsflod ved duren av dine fossar; alle dine brotsjøar og båror slær yver meg.
8 Yahweh shows me each day that he faithfully loves me, and each night I sing to him and pray to him, the God who causes me to live.
Um dagen sender Herren sin nåde, og um natti er hans song hjå meg, bøn til mitt livs Gud.
9 I say to God, [who is like] an [overhanging] rock [under which I can hide] [MET], “It seems that you have forgotten me. I (mourn/cry) constantly because my enemies act cruelly toward me” [RHQ].
Eg må segja til Gud, mitt berg: «Kvi hev du gløymt meg? Kvi skal eg ganga svartklædd under fiende-trykk?»
10 They make fun of me constantly; they continually ask, “Why does your god not help you?” [RHQ] And when they insult me [like that], [it is like] wounds that I feel even in my bones.
Det er som knasing i mine bein, at mine fiendar spottar meg, med di dei heile dagen segjer til meg: «Kvar er din Gud?»
11 But [I think, ] “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I will confidently expect God [to help me], and I will praise him again, my God, the one who saves me.”
Kvi er du nedbøygd, mi sjæl, og kvi bruser du i meg? Venta på Gud, for eg skal endå lova honom, mitt andlits frelsa og min Gud.
