Psalmi 39

1 Zborovođi. Jedutunu. Psalam. Davidov. Odlučio sam: “Čuvat ću put svoj da ne zgriješim jezikom; usta ću svoja zauzdati dokle god preda mnom bude bezbožnik.”

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.

2 Zamukoh, zanijemjeh, glasa ne puštah, ali uzalud - bol mi postade gorča.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

3 U meni srce je gorjelo, na samu pomisao buknuo bi oganj; tad progovorih svojim jezikom:

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spoke I with my tongue,

4 “Objavi mi, Jahve, moj svršetak i kolika je mjera mojih dana, da znam kako sam ništavan.

LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

5 Evo, pedljem si mi dane izmjerio, život moj je kao ništa pred tobom: tek dašak je svaki čovjek.

Behold, you have made my days as an handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 Poput sjene čovjek prolazi tek dašak je sve bogatstvo njegovo: zgrće, a ne zna tko će ga pokupiti.”

Surely every man walks in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.

7 A sada, čemu da se nadam, Gospode? Sva je nada moja u tebi!

And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in you.

8 Izbavi me svih mojih bezakonja, ne daj da ruglo budem luđaku!

Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 Šutim i usta ne otvaram, jer tako si ti učinio.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because you did it.

10 Bič svoj otkloni od mene, jer izdišem pod težinom ruke tvoje.

Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.

11 Ti kaznama popravljaš čovjeka i sve mu najdraže kao moljac rastačeš: tek dašak je svaki čovjek.

When you with rebukes do correct man for iniquity, you make his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (Selah)

12 Čuj, o Jahve, molitvu moju, vapaje mi poslušaj, na suze se moje ne ogluši! Jer u tebe ja sam došljak, pridošlica kao svi oci moji.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 Odvrati pogled od mene, da odahnem prije nego odem i više ne budem!

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.