< Psalms 30 >

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice 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 cried to you, and you did heal me.
Gospod, Bog moj, ko sem vpil do tebe, ozdravil si me.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Gospod, izpeljal si iz groba dušo mojo, ohranil me živega, da ne idem v grob. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Prepevajte Gospodu, katerim on deli milost, in slavite spomin svetosti njegove.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Ko je bil trenotje v jezi svoji, pride življenje po dobroti njegovi; ako se zvečer oglasi jok, zjutraj petje.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Ker jaz sem govoril v mirnosti svoji: Ne omahnem vekomaj.
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Gospod, po dobroti svoji si bil na goro postavil mojo moč; ko si skrival obličje svoje, bil sem zbegan.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
K tebi sem klical, Gospod, in Gospoda sem prosil:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
Kaj prida bode v krvi moji, ko pojdem dol v jamo? ali te bode prah slavil? bode li oznanjal resnico tvojo?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Čuj, Gospod, in milost mi stórí; Gospod, bodi mi pomočnik.
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Izpreobrnil si mi jok moj v ples; razpasal si raševnik moj in opasal me z radostjo:
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
Da ti prepeva slava in ne umolkne. Gospod, Bog moj, slavil te bodem vekomaj.

< Psalms 30 >