Psalms 39
1 Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
Rekel sem: »Pazil bom na svoje poti, da ne bom grešil s svojim jezikom. Ko bo zlobni pred menoj, bom svoja usta držal z uzdo.«
2 I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
Bil sem nem s tišino, molčal sem, celó pred dobrim in moja bridkost je bila razvneta.
3 My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
4 I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
» Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
5 Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
Glej, moje dneve si naredil kakor dlan in moja starost je kakor nič pred teboj. Resnično, vsak človek v svojem najboljšem stanju je povsem ničevost.« (Sela)
6 Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
7 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
8 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
9 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
10 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
11 Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
Usliši mojo molitev, oh Gospod in pazljivo prisluhni mojemu vpitju; ob mojih solzah ne molči. Kajti jaz sem tujec s teboj in začasni prebivalec, kakor so bili vsi moji očetje.
13 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
