Psalms 42
1 To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.
Koraha bērnu mācība, dziedātāju vadonim. Kā briedis brēc pēc ūdens upēm, tā mana dvēsele brēc, ak Dievs, pēc Tevis!
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Manai dvēselei slāpst pēc Dieva, pēc tā dzīvā Dieva; kad nākšu turp un parādīšos priekš Dieva vaiga?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Manas asaras ir mana barība dienām naktīm, tāpēc ka vienmēr uz mani saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
4 These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
To es pieminu un izgāžu savu dvēseli pie sevis paša, jo es gribētu labprāt noiet ar to draudzi un ar tiem uz Dieva namu staigāt, ar priecīgām dziesmām un teikšanām tai pulkā, kas svētkus tur.
5 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es viņam vēl pateikšu par viņa vaiga pestīšanu.
6 My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Mans Dievs, mana dvēsele ir noskumusi, tāpēc es Tevi pieminu no Jardānes un Hermona zemes, no Micar kalna.
7 Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
Tavi plūdi šņāc, un jūra uz jūru rūc, visas Tavas bangas un Tavi viļņi iet pāri pār manu galvu.
8 By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.
Dienā Tas Kungs ir cēlis savu žēlastību, un naktī es viņam dziedu, es pielūdzu savas dzīvības Dievu,
9 I will say onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?
Un saku uz Dievu, savu akmens kalnu: kāpēc Tu mani esi aizmirsis? Kāpēc man būs staigāt noskumušam, kad ienaidnieks spaida?
10 With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Manu pretinieku mēdīšana ir kā nāve manos kaulos, kad tie uz mani vienmēr saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
11 Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es Viņam vēl pateikšos, ka tas manam vaigam par pestīšanu un mans Dievs.
