Psalms 42
1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after thee, O God.
Koraha bērnu mācība, dziedātāju vadonim. Kā briedis brēc pēc ūdens upēm, tā mana dvēsele brēc, ak Dievs, pēc Tevis!
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Manai dvēselei slāpst pēc Dieva, pēc tā dzīvā Dieva; kad nākšu turp un parādīšos priekš Dieva vaiga?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
Manas asaras ir mana barība dienām naktīm, tāpēc ka vienmēr uz mani saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
To es pieminu un izgāžu savu dvēseli pie sevis paša, jo es gribētu labprāt noiet ar to draudzi un ar tiem uz Dieva namu staigāt, ar priecīgām dziesmām un teikšanām tai pulkā, kas svētkus tur.
5 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es viņam vēl pateikšu par viņa vaiga pestīšanu.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me. Therefore I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Mans Dievs, mana dvēsele ir noskumusi, tāpēc es Tevi pieminu no Jardānes un Hermona zemes, no Micar kalna.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of thy waterfalls. All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Tavi plūdi šņāc, un jūra uz jūru rūc, visas Tavas bangas un Tavi viļņi iet pāri pār manu galvu.
8 Yet Jehovah will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, even a prayer to the God of my life.
Dienā Tas Kungs ir cēlis savu žēlastību, un naktī es viņam dziedu, es pielūdzu savas dzīvības Dievu,
9 I will say to God my rock, Why have thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Un saku uz Dievu, savu akmens kalnu: kāpēc Tu mani esi aizmirsis? Kāpēc man būs staigāt noskumušam, kad ienaidnieks spaida?
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me; while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
Manu pretinieku mēdīšana ir kā nāve manos kaulos, kad tie uz mani vienmēr saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
11 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, the help of my countenance, and my God.
Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es Viņam vēl pateikšos, ka tas manam vaigam par pestīšanu un mans Dievs.
