Psalms 42

1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.

Načelniku godbe med nasledniki Koretovimi; ukovita. Kakor jelen koprni po vodnih potokih, tako duša moja koprni po tebi, Bog.

2 My soul thirsts 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 continually say unto me, Where is your God?

Solzé moje so mi za hrano podnevi in ponoči; ko se mi pravi vsak dan: Kje je, tvoj Bog?

4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept 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 are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help 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 will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, 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 calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your 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 Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my 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 have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Govoril bodem Bogu mogočnemu, skali svoji: Zakaj me pozabljaš? zakaj hodim žalujoč zaradi zatiranja sovražnikovega?

10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?

Suhe kosti moje napadajo, sramoté me sovražniki moji, govoré mi vsak dan: Kje Bog je tvoj?

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health 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.