Psalms 39
1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
Rekel sem: »Pazil bom na svoje poti, da ne bom grešil s svojim jezikom. Ko bo zlobni pred menoj, bom svoja usta držal z uzdo.«
2 I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Bil sem nem s tišino, molčal sem, celó pred dobrim in moja bridkost je bila razvneta.
3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
» Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Glej, moje dneve si naredil kakor dlan in moja starost je kakor nič pred teboj. Resnično, vsak človek v svojem najboljšem stanju je povsem ničevost.« (Sela)
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
Usliši mojo molitev, oh Gospod in pazljivo prisluhni mojemu vpitju; ob mojih solzah ne molči. Kajti jaz sem tujec s teboj in začasni prebivalec, kakor so bili vsi moji očetje.
13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
