Psalmi 42
1 Koraha bērnu mācība, dziedātāju vadonim. Kā briedis brēc pēc ūdens upēm, tā mana dvēsele brēc, ak Dievs, pēc Tevis!
For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
2 Manai dvēselei slāpst pēc Dieva, pēc tā dzīvā Dieva; kad nākšu turp un parādīšos priekš Dieva vaiga?
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
3 Manas asaras ir mana barība dienām naktīm, tāpēc ka vienmēr uz mani saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
4 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.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
5 Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es viņam vēl pateikšu par viņa vaiga pestīšanu.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
6 Mans Dievs, mana dvēsele ir noskumusi, tāpēc es Tevi pieminu no Jardānes un Hermona zemes, no Micar kalna.
My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
7 Tavi plūdi šņāc, un jūra uz jūru rūc, visas Tavas bangas un Tavi viļņi iet pāri pār manu galvu.
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
8 Dienā Tas Kungs ir cēlis savu žēlastību, un naktī es viņam dziedu, es pielūdzu savas dzīvības Dievu,
GOD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
9 Un saku uz Dievu, savu akmens kalnu: kāpēc Tu mani esi aizmirsis? Kāpēc man būs staigāt noskumušam, kad ienaidnieks spaida?
I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 Manu pretinieku mēdīšana ir kā nāve manos kaulos, kad tie uz mani vienmēr saka: kur ir tavs Dievs?
As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
11 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.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
