Salme 42
1 (Til sangmesteren. En maskil af Koras sønner.) Som Hjorten skriger efter rindende Vand, således skriger min Sjæl efter dig, o Gud.
To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
2 Min Sjæl tørster efter Gud, den levende Gud; når skal jeg komme og stedes for Guds Åsyn?
My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
3 Min Gråd er blevet mit Brød både Dag og Nat, fordi de stadig spørger mig: "Hvor er din Gud?"
My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
4 Min Sjæl er opløst, når jeg kommer i Hu, hvorledes jeg vandred med Skaren op til Guds Hus under Jubelråb og Lovsang i Højtidsskaren.
Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
5 Hvorfor er du nedbøjet, Sjæl, hvi bruser du i mig? Bi efter Gud, thi end skal jeg takke ham, mit Åsyns Frelse og min Gud!
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
6 Nedbøjet er min Sjæl, derfor mindes jeg dig fra Jordans og Hermontindernes Land, fra Mizars Bjerg.
My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Dyb råber til Dyb ved dine Vandfalds Brusen, alle dine Brændinger og Bølger skyller hen over mig.
Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
8 Sin Miskundhed sender HERREN om Dagen, hans Sang er hos mig om Natten, en Bøn til mit Livs Gud.
But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
9 Jeg siger til Gud, min Klippe: Hvorfor har du glemt mig, hvorfor skal jeg vandre sorgfuld, trængt af Fjender?
I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
10 Det er, som knustes mine Ben, når Fjenderne håner mig, når de stadig spørger mig: "Hvor er din Gud?"
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
11 Hvorfor er du nedbøjet, Sjæl, hvi bruser du i mig? Bi efter Gud, thi end skal jeg takke ham, mit Åsyns Frelse og min Gud!
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
