Psalmi 42
1 Zborovođi. Poučna pjesma. Sinova Korahovih. Kao što košuta žudi za izvor-vodom, tako duša moja čezne, Bože, za tobom.
“BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for thee, O God!
2 Žedna mi je duša Boga, Boga živoga: o, kada ću doći i lice Božje gledati?
My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?
3 Suze su kruh moj danju i noću, dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
4 Duša moja gine kada se spomenem kako koračah u mnoštvu predvodeć' ih k Domu Božjem uz radosno klicanje i hvalopojke u povorci svečanoj.
When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!
5 Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!
6 Tuguje duša u meni, stoga se tebe spominjem iz zemlje Jordana i Hermona, s brda Misara.
My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.
7 Bezdan doziva bezdan bukom slapova tvojih: sve vode tvoje i vali preko mene prijeđoše.
Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!
8 Nek' mi danju Jahve naklonost udijeli, a noću pjesmom ću hvalit' Boga života svog.
Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.
9 Reći ću Bogu: “Hridino moja, zašto me zaboravljaš? Zašto obilazim žalostan, pritisnut dušmanima?”
Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Kosti mi se lome od poruge neprijatelja dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
11 Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!
