Psalms 42

1 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.

Kao što košuta traži potoke, tako duša moja traži tebe, Bože!

2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

Žedna je duša moja Boga, Boga živoga, kad æu doæi i pokazati se licu Božijemu?

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

Suze su mi hljeb dan i noæ, kad mi svaki dan govore: gdje je Bog tvoj?

4 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.

Duša se moja proljeva kad se opominjem kako sam hodio sred mnogoga ljudstva, stupao u dom Božji, a ljudstvo praznujuæi pjevaše i podvikivaše.

5 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.

Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.

6 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.

Klonula je u meni duša zato što te pominjem u zemlji Jordanskoj, na Ermonu, na gori maloj.

7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.

Bezdana bezdanu dozivlje glasom slapova tvojih; sve vode tvoje i vali tvoji na mene navališe.

8 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.

Danju je javljao Gospod milost svoju, a noæu mu je pjesma u mene, molitva Bogu života mojega.

9 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?

Reæi æu Bogu, gradu svojemu: zašto si me zaboravio? zašto idem sjetan od pakosti neprijateljeve?

10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

Koji mi pakoste, prebijajuæi kosti moje, rugaju mi se govoreæi mi svaki dan: gdje ti je Bog?

11 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.

Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.