Psalmi 42

1 Kao što košuta traži potoke, tako duša moja traži tebe, Bože!

“BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for thee, O God!

2 Žedna je duša moja Boga, Boga živoga, kad æu doæi i pokazati se licu Božijemu?

My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?

3 Suze su mi hljeb dan i noæ, kad mi svaki dan govore: gdje je Bog tvoj?

My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”

4 Duša se moja proljeva kad se opominjem kako sam hodio sred mnogoga ljudstva, stupao u dom Božji, a ljudstvo praznujuæi pjevaše i podvikivaše.

When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!

5 Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!

6 Klonula je u meni duša zato što te pominjem u zemlji Jordanskoj, na Ermonu, na gori maloj.

My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.

7 Bezdana bezdanu dozivlje glasom slapova tvojih; sve vode tvoje i vali tvoji na mene navališe.

Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!

8 Danju je javljao Gospod milost svoju, a noæu mu je pjesma u mene, molitva Bogu života mojega.

Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.

9 Reæi æu Bogu, gradu svojemu: zašto si me zaboravio? zašto idem sjetan od pakosti neprijateljeve?

Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?

10 Koji mi pakoste, prebijajuæi kosti moje, rugaju mi se govoreæi mi svaki dan: gdje ti je Bog?

Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”

11 Što si klonula, dušo moja, i što si žalosna? Uzdaj se u Boga; jer æu ga još slaviti, spasitelja mojega i Boga mojega.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!