Psalmi 39

1 Rekoh: èuvaæu se na putovima svojim da ne zgriješim jezikom svojim; zauzdavaæu usta svoja, dok je bezbožnik preda mnom.

To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.

2 Bijah nijem i glasa ne pustih; muèah i o dobru. Ali se tuga moja podiže,

I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.

3 Zapali se srce moje u meni, u mislima mojim razgorje se oganj; progovorih jezikom svojim:

Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,

4 Kaži mi, Gospode, kraj moj, i dokle æe trajati dani moji? da znam kako sam ništa.

Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.

5 Evo s pedi dao si mi dane, i vijek je moj kao ništa pred tobom. Baš je ništa svaki èovjek živ.

Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)

6 Baš hodi èovjek kao utvara; baš se uzalud kida, sabira, a ne zna kome æe dopasti.

Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.

7 Pa šta da èekam, Gospode? Nad je moj u tebi.

And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.

8 Iz svega bezakonja mojega izbavi me, ne daj me bezumnome na potsmijeh.

Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.

9 Nijem sam, neæu otvoriti usta svojijeh; jer si me ti udario.

I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.

10 Olakšaj mi udarac svoj, silna ruka tvoja ubi me.

Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.

11 Ako æeš karati èovjeka za prijestupe, rastoèiæe se kao od moljaca krasota njegova. Baš je ništa svaki èovjek.

When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)

12 Slušaj molitvu moju, Gospode, i èuj jauk moj. Gledajuæi suze moje nemoj muèati. Jer sam gost u tebe i došljak kao i svi stari moji.

Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.

13 Nemoj me više gnjevno gledati, pa æu odahnuti prije nego otidem i više me ne bude.

Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.