< Psalms 30 >
1 A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David. I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.
Psalm Davidov, pesem posvečevanja hiše njegove. Poveličeval te bodem, Gospod, ker si me povzdignil, in sovražnikom mojim nisi dal radovati se nad mano.
2 O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.
Gospod, Bog moj, ko sem vpil do tebe, ozdravil si me.
3 O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. (Sheol )
Gospod, izpeljal si iz groba dušo mojo, ohranil me živega, da ne idem v grob. (Sheol )
4 Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.
Prepevajte Gospodu, katerim on deli milost, in slavite spomin svetosti njegove.
5 For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Ko je bil trenotje v jezi svoji, pride življenje po dobroti njegovi; ako se zvečer oglasi jok, zjutraj petje.
6 When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.
Ker jaz sem govoril v mirnosti svoji: Ne omahnem vekomaj.
7 Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
Gospod, po dobroti svoji si bil na goro postavil mojo moč; ko si skrival obličje svoje, bil sem zbegan.
8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
K tebi sem klical, Gospod, in Gospoda sem prosil:
9 What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?
Kaj prida bode v krvi moji, ko pojdem dol v jamo? ali te bode prah slavil? bode li oznanjal resnico tvojo?
10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
Čuj, Gospod, in milost mi stórí; Gospod, bodi mi pomočnik.
11 By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;
Izpreobrnil si mi jok moj v ples; razpasal si raševnik moj in opasal me z radostjo:
12 So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.
Da ti prepeva slava in ne umolkne. Gospod, Bog moj, slavil te bodem vekomaj.