Psalms 39

1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.

Rekoh: èuvaæu se na putovima svojim da ne zgriješim jezikom svojim; zauzdavaæu usta svoja, dok je bezbožnik preda mnom.

2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.

Bijah nijem i glasa ne pustih; muèah i o dobru. Ali se tuga moja podiže,

3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,

Zapali se srce moje u meni, u mislima mojim razgorje se oganj; progovorih jezikom svojim:

4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.

Kaži mi, Gospode, kraj moj, i dokle æe trajati dani moji? da znam kako sam ništa.

5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)

Evo s pedi dao si mi dane, i vijek je moj kao ništa pred tobom. Baš je ništa svaki èovjek živ.

6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.

Baš hodi èovjek kao utvara; baš se uzalud kida, sabira, a ne zna kome æe dopasti.

7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.

Pa šta da èekam, Gospode? Nad je moj u tebi.

8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.

Iz svega bezakonja mojega izbavi me, ne daj me bezumnome na potsmijeh.

9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.

Nijem sam, neæu otvoriti usta svojijeh; jer si me ti udario.

10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.

Olakšaj mi udarac svoj, silna ruka tvoja ubi me.

11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)

Ako æeš karati èovjeka za prijestupe, rastoèiæe se kao od moljaca krasota njegova. Baš je ništa svaki èovjek.

12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.

Slušaj molitvu moju, Gospode, i èuj jauk moj. Gledajuæi suze moje nemoj muèati. Jer sam gost u tebe i došljak kao i svi stari moji.

13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.

Nemoj me više gnjevno gledati, pa æu odahnuti prije nego otidem i više me ne bude.