Psalms 42
1 Unto the end. The understanding of the sons of Korah. As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
Zborovođi. Poučna pjesma. Sinova Korahovih. Kao što košuta žudi za izvor-vodom, tako duša moja čezne, Bože, za tobom.
2 My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?
Žedna mi je duša Boga, Boga živoga: o, kada ću doći i lice Božje gledati?
3 My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your God?”
Suze su kruh moj danju i noću, dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
4 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.
Duša moja gine kada se spomenem kako koračah u mnoštvu predvodeć' ih k Domu Božjem uz radosno klicanje i hvalopojke u povorci svečanoj.
5 Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance,
Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
6 and my God. My soul has been troubled within myself. Because of this, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and from Hermon, from the little mountain.
Tuguje duša u meni, stoga se tebe spominjem iz zemlje Jordana i Hermona, s brda Misara.
7 Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.
Bezdan doziva bezdan bukom slapova tvojih: sve vode tvoje i vali preko mene prijeđoše.
8 In the daylight, the Lord has ordered his mercy; and in the night, a canticle to him. With me is a prayer to the God of my life.
Nek' mi danju Jahve naklonost udijeli, a noću pjesmom ću hvalit' Boga života svog.
9 I will say to God, “You are my supporter. Why have you forgotten me? And why do I walk in mourning, while my adversary afflicts me?”
Reći ću Bogu: “Hridino moja, zašto me zaboravljaš? Zašto obilazim žalostan, pritisnut dušmanima?”
10 While my bones are being broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me. Meanwhile, they say to me every single day, “Where is your God?”
Kosti mi se lome od poruge neprijatelja dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
11 My soul, why are you saddened? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.
Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
