Psalms 30

1 “A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

Psalm Davidov, pesem posvečevanja hiše njegove. Poveličeval te bodem, Gospod, ker si me povzdignil, in sovražnikom mojim nisi dal radovati se nad mano.

2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Gospod, Bog moj, ko sem vpil do tebe, ozdravil si me.

3 O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Gospod, izpeljal si iz groba dušo mojo, ohranil me živega, da ne idem v grob. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.

Prepevajte Gospodu, katerim on deli milost, in slavite spomin svetosti njegove.

5 For his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.

Ko je bil trenotje v jezi svoji, pride življenje po dobroti njegovi; ako se zvečer oglasi jok, zjutraj petje.

6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Ker jaz sem govoril v mirnosti svoji: Ne omahnem vekomaj.

7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.

Gospod, po dobroti svoji si bil na goro postavil mojo moč; ko si skrival obličje svoje, bil sem zbegan.

8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.

K tebi sem klical, Gospod, in Gospoda sem prosil:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?

Kaj prida bode v krvi moji, ko pojdem dol v jamo? ali te bode prah slavil? bode li oznanjal resnico tvojo?

10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.

Čuj, Gospod, in milost mi stórí; Gospod, bodi mi pomočnik.

11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.

Izpreobrnil si mi jok moj v ples; razpasal si raševnik moj in opasal me z radostjo:

12 To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.

Da ti prepeva slava in ne umolkne. Gospod, Bog moj, slavil te bodem vekomaj.