Psalms 42
1 BOOK II For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God.
Načelniku godbe med nasledniki Koretovimi; ukovita. Kakor jelen koprni po vodnih potokih, tako duša moja koprni po tebi, Bog.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: 'When shall I come and appear before God?'
Žejna je duša moja Boga, mogočnega, živega, govoreč: Kdaj se približam, da se prikažem pred obličjem Božjim?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Solzé moje so mi za hrano podnevi in ponoči; ko se mi pravi vsak dan: Kje je, tvoj Bog?
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
To mi je v mislih, ko izlivam v sebi dušo svojo, da bi se bil izprehajal v krdelu, hodil z njimi noter do hiše Božje z glasom petja in hvale, v praznični množici.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.
Kaj si pobita, duša moja, in tako ropočeš v meni? Upaj v Boga, ker še ga bodem slavil in vso blaginjo njegovega obličja.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Bog moj, pobita je v meni duša moja; zatorej se spominjam tebe iz dežele Jordanove in Hermonske, z male gorice.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.
Brezno kliče brezno o slapov tvojih glasu; vse vodé tvoje in valovi tvoji pridirajo in valé se čez me.
8 By day the LORD will command His lovingkindness, and in the night His song shall be with me, even a prayer unto the God of my life.
Podnevi pošlje Gospod milost svojo, in ponoči hvalno pesem svojo k meni; v molitvi svoji k Bogu mogočnemu življenja mojega prebijem.
9 I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under the oppression of the enemy?'
Govoril bodem Bogu mogočnemu, skali svoji: Zakaj me pozabljaš? zakaj hodim žalujoč zaradi zatiranja sovražnikovega?
10 As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
Suhe kosti moje napadajo, sramoté me sovražniki moji, govoré mi vsak dan: Kje Bog je tvoj?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Kaj si pobita, duša moja, in kaj tako ropočeš v meni? Upaj v Boga, ker še ga bodem slavil, vso blaginjo obličja mojega in mojega Boga.
