Psalms 42
1 Deer pant, desiring to drink water from a stream [when there is a drought] (OR, [when they are being pursued by hunters].) In the same way [SIM], God, I need you very much.
Til Sangmesteren; en Undervisning; af Koras Børn.
2 I desire to have fellowship with [MET] you, the all-powerful God. [I wonder], “When will I be able to go [back to the temple in Israel] and worship in your presence again?”
Ligesom en Hjort skriger efter Vandstrømme, saa skriger min Sjæl til dig, o Gud!
3 Every day and every night I cry; [it is as though] the only thing I have to drink is my tears; and while I do that, my enemies are continually asking me, “Why does your god not [help you]?”
Min Sjæl tørster efter Gud, efter den levende Gud; naar skal jeg dog komme og ses for Guds Ansigt?
4 I am very distressed [IDM] as I remember when I went with the crowd of people to the temple [in Jerusalem], leading them as we walked along; we were all shouting joyfully and singing to thank God [for what he had done]; we were a large group who were celebrating.
Min Graad er bleven mit Brød Dag og Nat, da man siger til mig den ganske Dag: Hvor er din Gud?
5 So [I say to] myself, “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I confidently expect God [to help me], and again I will praise him, my God, the one who saves me.”
Det vil jeg komme i Hu og udøse min Sjæl i mit Inderste: At jeg gik frem med Hoben og gik af Sted med den til Guds Hus, med Frydeskrigs- og Taksigelsesrøst, i den Hob, som holdt Højtid.
6 [But now, Yahweh], I am very discouraged [IDM], so I think about you, even from where the Jordan [River] gushes out from the bottom of Hermon [Mountain] and from Mizar Mountain.
Hvorfor nedbøjer du dig, min Sjæl, og bruser i mit Indre? bi efter Gud, thi jeg skal endnu takke ham for Frelsen for hans Ansigt.
7 But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down [MET]; [it is like] a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.
Min Gud! min Sjæl nedbøjer sig i mit Inderste; derfor kommer jeg dig i Hu fra Jordans Land og Hermon, fra det lille Bjerg.
8 Yahweh shows me each day that he faithfully loves me, and each night I sing to him and pray to him, the God who causes me to live.
Afgrund raaber til Afgrund efter Lyden af dine Sluser, alle dine Brændinger og dine Bølger ere gaaede over mig.
9 I say to God, [who is like] an [overhanging] rock [under which I can hide] [MET], “It seems that you have forgotten me. I (mourn/cry) constantly because my enemies act cruelly toward me” [RHQ].
Herren skal befale sin Miskundhed om Dagen, og om Natten skal hans Sang være hos mig, en Bøn til mit Livs Gud.
10 They make fun of me constantly; they continually ask, “Why does your god not help you?” [RHQ] And when they insult me [like that], [it is like] wounds that I feel even in my bones.
Jeg vil sige til Gud, min Klippe: Hvorfor har du glemt mig? hvorfor maa jeg gaa i Sørgeklæder, idet Fjenden trænger mig?
11 But [I think, ] “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I will confidently expect God [to help me], and I will praise him again, my God, the one who saves me.”
Under Dødssmerterne i mine Ben forhaane mine Fjender mig, idet de sige den ganske Dag til mig: Hvor er din Gud? Hvorfor nedbøjer du dig, min Sjæl? hvorfor bruser du i mit Indre? Bi efter Gud; thi jeg skal endnu takke ham, mit Ansigts Frelse og min Gud.
