Psalms 39
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against 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 was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
Es esmu palicis kā mēms un klusu cietis, un nepieminu vairs labuma, bet manas sāpes vairojās.
3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
Mana sirds ir iekarsusi iekš manis; kad es uz to domāju, tad es iedegos kā uguns; es runāju ar savu mēli:
4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
Kungs, māci man manu galu un kāds ir manu dienu mērs, lai es zinu, cik nīcīgs es esmu.
5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
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 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
Cilvēks staigā kā ēna un nieka dēļ raizējās; viņš krāj, bet nezin, kas to dabūs.
7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
Nu tad, uz ko man būs gaidīt, Kungs? Es cerēju uz Tevi.
8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
Izglāb mani no visām manām pārkāpšanām, un neliec man ģeķiem palikt par apsmieklu.
9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
Es esmu klusu un neatdaru savu muti; jo Tu to esi darījis.
10 Remove your scourges from me.
Atņem Savu mocību no manis, jo es nīkstu no Tavas rokas grūtuma.
11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
Kad Tu cilvēku pārmāci par noziegumiem, tad Tu iznīcini viņa skaistumu kā kodes; tiešām: visi cilvēki ir niecība.(Sela.)
12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
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 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
Atstājies no manis, ka es atspirgstos, pirms noeju un vairs neesmu.
