Salmenes 42

1 Til sangmesteren; en læresalme av Korahs barn. Som en hjort skriker efter rinnende bekker, så skriker min sjel efter dig, Gud!

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.

2 Min sjel tørster efter Gud, efter den levende Gud; når skal jeg komme og trede frem for Guds åsyn?

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?”

3 Mine tårer er min mat dag og natt, fordi man hele dagen sier til mig: Hvor er din Gud?

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]?”

4 Dette må jeg komme i hu og utøse min sjel i mig, hvorledes jeg drog frem i den tette hop, vandret med den til Guds hus med fryderop og lovsangs røst, en høitidsskare.

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.

5 Hvorfor er du nedbøiet, min sjel, og bruser i mig? Bi efter Gud! for jeg skal ennu prise ham for frelse fra hans åsyn.

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.”

6 Min Gud! Min sjel er nedbøiet i mig; derfor kommer jeg dig i hu fra Jordans land og Hermons høider, fra det lille fjell.

[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.

7 Vanndyp kaller på vanndyp ved duren av dine fossefall; alle dine brenninger og dine bølger går over mig.

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.

8 Om dagen sender Herren sin miskunnhet, og om natten er hans sang hos mig, bønn til mitt livs Gud.

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.

9 Jeg må si til Gud, min klippe: Hvorfor har du glemt mig? Hvorfor skal jeg gå i sørgeklær under fiendens trykk?

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].

10 Det er som om mine ben blev knust, når mine fiender håner mig, idet de hele dagen sier til mig: Hvor er din Gud?

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.

11 Hvorfor er du nedbøiet, min sjel, og hvorfor bruser du i mig? Bi efter Gud! for jeg skal ennu prise ham, mitt åsyns frelse og min Gud.

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.”