Salme 42
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Maskil af Koras Sønner.
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.
2 Som Hjorten skriger efter rindende Vand, saaledes skriger min Sjæl efter dig, o Gud.
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?”
3 Min Sjæl tørster efter Gud, den levende Gud; naar skal jeg komme og stedes for Guds Aasyn?
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]?”
4 Min Graad er blevet mit Brød baade Dag og Nat, fordi de stadig spørger mig: »Hvor er din Gud?«
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.
5 Min Sjæl er opløst, naar jeg kommer i Hu, hvorledes jeg vandred med Skaren op til Guds Hus under Jubelraab og Lovsang i Højtidsskaren.
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.”
6 Hvorfor er du nedbøjet, Sjæl, hvi bruser du i mig? Bi efter Gud, thi end skal jeg takke ham, mit Aasyns Frelse og min Gud!
[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.
7 Nedbøjet er min Sjæl, derfor mindes jeg dig fra Jordans og Hermontindernes Land, fra Miz'ars Bjerg.
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.
8 Dyb raaber til Dyb ved dine Vandfalds Brusen, alle dine Brændinger og Bølger skyller hen over mig.
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.
9 Sin Miskundhed sender HERREN om Dagen, hans Sang er hos mig om Natten, en Bøn til mit Livs Gud.
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].
10 Jeg siger til Gud, min Klippe: Hvorfor har du glemt mig, hvorfor skal jeg vandre sorgfuld, trængt af Fjender?
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.
11 Det er, som knustes mine Ben, naar Fjenderne haaner mig, naar de stadig spørger mig: »Hvor er din Gud?« Hvorfor er du nedbøjet, Sjæl, hvi bruser du i mig? Bi efter Gud, thi end skal jeg takke ham, mit Aasyns Frelse og min Gud!
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.”
