Psalms 39
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
Dāvida dziesma, dziedātāju vadonim, Jedutunam. Es esmu apņēmies, ka savu ceļu sargāšu, ka negrēkošu ar savu mēli; es sargāšu savu muti kā ar iemauktiem, kamēr bezdievīgais manā priekšā.
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
Es esmu palicis kā mēms un klusu cietis, un nepieminu vairs labuma, bet manas sāpes vairojās.
3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
Mana sirds ir iekarsusi iekš manis; kad es uz to domāju, tad es iedegos kā uguns; es runāju ar savu mēli:
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
Kungs, māci man manu galu un kāds ir manu dienu mērs, lai es zinu, cik nīcīgs es esmu.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Redzi, Tu manas dienas esi licis plaukstas platumā, un mans mūžs ir kā nekas Tavā priekšā; tiešām niecība vien ir ikviens cilvēks savā stiprumā. (Sela)
6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
Cilvēks staigā kā ēna un nieka dēļ raizējās; viņš krāj, bet nezin, kas to dabūs.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
Nu tad, uz ko man būs gaidīt, Kungs? Es cerēju uz Tevi.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
Izglāb mani no visām manām pārkāpšanām, un neliec man ģeķiem palikt par apsmieklu.
9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
Es esmu klusu un neatdaru savu muti; jo Tu to esi darījis.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
Atņem Savu mocību no manis, jo es nīkstu no Tavas rokas grūtuma.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Kad Tu cilvēku pārmāci par noziegumiem, tad Tu iznīcini viņa skaistumu kā kodes; tiešām: visi cilvēki ir niecība.(Sela.)
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
Klausi, Kungs, manu lūgšanu, ņem vērā manu saukšanu, un neciet klusu pie manām asarām, jo es esmu svešinieks un piedzīvotājs Tavā priekšā, tā kā visi mani tēvi.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
Atstājies no manis, ka es atspirgstos, pirms noeju un vairs neesmu.
