Psalmi 39
1 Rekel sem: »Pazil bom na svoje poti, da ne bom grešil s svojim jezikom. Ko bo zlobni pred menoj, bom svoja usta držal z uzdo.«
For the Leader, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said: 'I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue; I will keep a curb upon my mouth, while the wicked is before me.'
2 Bil sem nem s tišino, molčal sem, celó pred dobrim in moja bridkost je bila razvneta.
I was dumb with silence; I held my peace, had no comfort; and my pain was held in check.
3 Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
My heart waxed hot within me; while I was musing, the fire kindled; then spoke I with my tongue:
4 » Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
'LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; let me know how short-lived I am.
5 Glej, moje dneve si naredil kakor dlan in moja starost je kakor nič pred teboj. Resnično, vsak človek v svojem najboljšem stanju je povsem ničevost.« (Sela)
Behold, Thou hast made my days as hand-breadths; and mine age is as nothing before Thee; surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (Selah)
6 Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
Surely man walketh as a mere semblance; surely for vanity they are in turmoil; he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope, it is in Thee.
8 Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the base.
9 Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
I am dumb, I open not my mouth; because Thou hast done it.
10 Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
Remove Thy stroke from off me; I am consumed by the blow of Thy hand.
11 Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
With rebukes dost Thou chasten man for iniquity, and like a moth Thou makest his beauty to consume away; surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
12 Usliši mojo molitev, oh Gospod in pazljivo prisluhni mojemu vpitju; ob mojih solzah ne molči. Kajti jaz sem tujec s teboj in začasni prebivalec, kakor so bili vsi moji očetje.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; keep not silence at my tears; for I am a stranger with Thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
Look away from me, that I may take comfort, before I go hence, and be no more.'
