Psalms 39
1 [For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.] I said, "I will watch my ways, so that I do not sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me."
Rekel sem: »Pazil bom na svoje poti, da ne bom grešil s svojim jezikom. Ko bo zlobni pred menoj, bom svoja usta držal z uzdo.«
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
Bil sem nem s tišino, molčal sem, celó pred dobrim in moja bridkost je bila razvneta.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned: I spoke with my tongue:
Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
4 "LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
» Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
5 Look, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." (Selah)
Glej, moje dneve si naredil kakor dlan in moja starost je kakor nič pred teboj. Resnično, vsak človek v svojem najboljšem stanju je povsem ničevost.« (Sela)
6 "Surely a person goes about like a shadow. Surely he heaps up vain things of wealth, and doesn't know who shall gather them.
Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
7 And now, LORD, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the taunt of fools.
Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
9 I was mute. I did not open my mouth, because you did it.
Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." (Selah)
Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
12 "Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
Usliši mojo molitev, oh Gospod in pazljivo prisluhni mojemu vpitju; ob mojih solzah ne molči. Kajti jaz sem tujec s teboj in začasni prebivalec, kakor so bili vsi moji očetje.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more."
Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
