Psalms 39
1 TO THE OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF DAVID. I have said, “I observe my ways, Against sinning with my tongue, I keep a curb for my mouth, While the wicked [is] before me.”
Načelniku godbe Jedutunov, psalm Davidov. Rekel sem: Pazil bodem na pota svoja, da ne grešim z jezikom svojim; uzdo bodem imel okrog svojih ust, dokler bode krivični pred menoj.
2 I was mute [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
Umolknil sem bil molčeč, tih sem bil tudi dobremu; ali hujšala se je bolečina moja.
3 My heart [is] hot within me, In my meditating the fire burns, I have spoken with my tongue.
Ko pa se je vnemalo srce moje v meni, ko je v premišljevanji mojem užigal se ogenj, govoril sem z jezikom svojim:
4 “Cause me to know, O YHWH, my end, And the measure of my days—what it [is],” I know how frail I [am].
Daj, da zvem, Gospod, konec svoj, kaj je mera mojih dní, zvem, kako sem trpežen.
5 Behold, You have made my days handbreadths, And my age [is] as nothing before You, Only, every man set up [is] all vanity. (Selah)
Glej, po dlan dolge si naredil dnî moje, in čas moj je kakor nič pred teboj, zares, prava ničevost je vsak človek, še tako trden.
6 Only, each habitually walks in an image, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heaps up and does not know who gathers them.
Zarés, kakor senca mine človek, zares, zastonj tako ropotajo; zbira vsak, a ne vé, kdo bode to prejel.
7 And now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope—it [is] of You.
A kaj še čakam, Gospod? up moj je v tebi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions, Do not make me a reproach of the fool.
Vseh pregreh mojih reši me, nespametnim na sramoto ne izpostavi me.
9 I have been mute, I do not open my mouth, Because You have done [it].
Umolknem, ne zinem, ker ti si storil.
10 Turn aside Your stroke from off me, From the striving of Your hand I have been consumed.
Odvrni od mene udarec svoj, od udarca roke tvoje jaz omahujem.
11 With reproofs against iniquity, You have corrected man, And dissolve his desirableness as a moth, Only, every man [is] vanity. (Selah)
Ako bi s kaznimi po krivičnosti pokoril vsakega, uničil bi kakor mola, kar je vrednega v njem: zares, ničevost je vsak človek.
12 Hear my prayer, O YHWH, And give ear [to] my cry, Do not be silent to my tear, For I [am] a sojourner with You, A settler like all my fathers.
Čuj molitev mojo, Gospod, in vpitje moje; uho nagni solzam mojim, ne delaj se gluhega; ker tujec sem pred teboj, naselnik kakor vsi očetje moji.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
Odstopi od mene, da se okrepčam: ko še ne odhajam, da me ne bode več.
