Psalms 42
1 To victorie, to the sones of Chore. As an hert desirith to the wellis of watris; so thou, God, my soule desirith to thee.
Zborovođi. Poučna pjesma. Sinova Korahovih. Kao što košuta žudi za izvor-vodom, tako duša moja čezne, Bože, za tobom.
2 Mi soule thirstide to God, `that is a `quik welle; whanne schal Y come, and appere bifor the face of God?
Žedna mi je duša Boga, Boga živoga: o, kada ću doći i lice Božje gledati?
3 Mi teeris weren looues to me bi dai and nyyt; while it is seid to me ech dai, Where is thi God?
Suze su kruh moj danju i noću, dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
4 I bithouyte of these thingis, and Y schedde out in me my soule; for Y schal passe in to the place of the wondurful tabernacle, til to the hows of God. In the vois of ful out ioiyng and knoulechyng; is the sown of the etere.
Duša moja gine kada se spomenem kako koračah u mnoštvu predvodeć' ih k Domu Božjem uz radosno klicanje i hvalopojke u povorci svečanoj.
5 Mi soule, whi art thou sory; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer,
Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
6 and my God. My soule is disturblid at my silf; therfor, God, Y schal be myndeful of thee fro the lond of Jordan, and fro the litil hil Hermonyim.
Tuguje duša u meni, stoga se tebe spominjem iz zemlje Jordana i Hermona, s brda Misara.
7 Depthe clepith depthe; in the vois of thi wyndows. Alle thin hiye thingis and thi wawis; passiden ouer me.
Bezdan doziva bezdan bukom slapova tvojih: sve vode tvoje i vali preko mene prijeđoše.
8 The Lord sente his merci in the dai; and his song in the nyyt.
Nek' mi danju Jahve naklonost udijeli, a noću pjesmom ću hvalit' Boga života svog.
9 At me is a preier to the God of my lijf; Y schal seie to God, Thou art my `takere vp. Whi foryetist thou me; and whi go Y sorewful, while the enemy turmentith me?
Reći ću Bogu: “Hridino moja, zašto me zaboravljaš? Zašto obilazim žalostan, pritisnut dušmanima?”
10 While my boonys ben brokun togidere; myn enemyes, that troblen me, dispiseden me. While thei seien to me, bi alle daies; Where is thi God?
Kosti mi se lome od poruge neprijatelja dok me svednevice pitaju: “Gdje ti je Bog tvoj?”
11 Mi soule, whi art thou sori; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; `he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.
Što si mi, dušo, klonula i što jecaš u meni? U Boga se uzdaj, jer opet ću ga slaviti, spasenje svoje, Boga svog!
