Psalms 39
1 For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid. I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.
Zborovođi. Jedutunu. Psalam. Davidov. Odlučio sam: “Čuvat ću put svoj da ne zgriješim jezikom; usta ću svoja zauzdati dokle god preda mnom bude bezbožnik.”
2 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
Zamukoh, zanijemjeh, glasa ne puštah, ali uzalud - bol mi postade gorča.
3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
U meni srce je gorjelo, na samu pomisao buknuo bi oganj; tad progovorih svojim jezikom:
4 I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.
“Objavi mi, Jahve, moj svršetak i kolika je mjera mojih dana, da znam kako sam ništavan.
5 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
Evo, pedljem si mi dane izmjerio, život moj je kao ništa pred tobom: tek dašak je svaki čovjek.
6 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.
Poput sjene čovjek prolazi tek dašak je sve bogatstvo njegovo: zgrće, a ne zna tko će ga pokupiti.”
7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
A sada, čemu da se nadam, Gospode? Sva je nada moja u tebi!
8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
Izbavi me svih mojih bezakonja, ne daj da ruglo budem luđaku!
9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
Šutim i usta ne otvaram, jer tako si ti učinio.
10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
Bič svoj otkloni od mene, jer izdišem pod težinom ruke tvoje.
11 Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.
Ti kaznama popravljaš čovjeka i sve mu najdraže kao moljac rastačeš: tek dašak je svaki čovjek.
12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
Čuj, o Jahve, molitvu moju, vapaje mi poslušaj, na suze se moje ne ogluši! Jer u tebe ja sam došljak, pridošlica kao svi oci moji.
13 Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris. Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.
Odvrati pogled od mene, da odahnem prije nego odem i više ne budem!
