Psalmi 42

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

For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.

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

I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

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

My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, “Where is your 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.

My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: how I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival.

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 am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

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

I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.

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

Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.

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

In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God.

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

I say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?”

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

It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, as all the day long they say to me, “Where is your 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 am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.