Psalms 42

1 For the Chief Musician; 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 meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, 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 went 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] art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the health 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 noise of thy waterspouts: 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 [Yet] the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day-time, 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 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 adversaries reproach me; while they continually say unto me, 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 art thou disquieted within me? hope thou 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.