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.
Kakor jelen hlepi za vodnimi potoki, tako moja duša hrepeni po tebi oh Bog.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
Mojo dušo žeja po Bogu, po živem Bogu. Kdaj bom prišel in se pojavil pred Bogom?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
Moje solze so mi bile hrana dan in noč, medtem ko mi nenehno pravijo: »Kje je tvoj Bog?«
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.
Ko se spominjam teh besed, v sebi izlivam svojo dušo, kajti odšel sem z množico, z njimi sem šel k Božji hiši, z glasom radosti in hvale, z množico, ki je praznovala sveti dan.
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.
Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena v meni? Upaj v Boga, kajti še ga bom hvalil zaradi pomoči njegovega obličja.
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.
Oh moj Bog, moja duša je v meni potrta, zatorej se te spominjam iz jordanske in hermonske dežele, s hriba Micár.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
Brezno kliče breznu ob zvoku tvojih vodnih tornadov. Vsi tvoji valovi in tvoji veliki valovi so šli čezme.
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.
Vendar bo Gospod podnevi zapovedal svoji ljubeči skrbnosti in ponoči bo njegova pesem z menoj in moja molitev k Bogu mojega življenja.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
Rekel bom Bogu, svoji skali: »Zakaj si me pozabil? Zakaj hodim in žalujem zaradi sovražnikovega zatiranja?«
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
Kakor z mečem v moje kosti me grajajo moji sovražniki, medtem ko mi vsak dan pravijo: »Kje je tvoj 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.
Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena znotraj mene? Upaj v Boga, kajti še bom hvalil njega, ki je zdravje mojega obličja in moj Bog.
