Psalms 42

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.

Kao što košuta traži potoke, tako duša moja traži tebe, Bože!

2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?

Žedna je duša moja Boga, Boga živoga, kad æu doæi i pokazati se licu Božijemu?

3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?

Suze su mi hljeb dan i noæ, kad mi svaki dan govore: gdje je Bog tvoj?

4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.

Duša se moja proljeva kad se opominjem kako sam hodio sred mnogoga ljudstva, stupao u dom Božji, a ljudstvo praznujuæi pjevaše i podvikivaše.

5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.

Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.

6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.

Klonula je u meni duša zato što te pominjem u zemlji Jordanskoj, na Ermonu, na gori maloj.

7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.

Bezdana bezdanu dozivlje glasom slapova tvojih; sve vode tvoje i vali tvoji na mene navališe.

8 The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.

Danju je javljao Gospod milost svoju, a noæu mu je pjesma u mene, molitva Bogu života mojega.

9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?

Reæi æu Bogu, gradu svojemu: zašto si me zaboravio? zašto idem sjetan od pakosti neprijateljeve?

10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?

Koji mi pakoste, prebijajuæi kosti moje, rugaju mi se govoreæi mi svaki dan: gdje ti je Bog?

11 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.

Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.