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 Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle 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 mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
3 Moje srce je bilo vroče znotraj mene, medtem ko sem razglabljal, je zagorel ogenj, potem sem spregovoril s svojim jezikom:
My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:
4 » Gospod, daj mi spoznati moj konec in mero mojih dni, kolikšna je, da lahko spoznam, kako slaboten sem.
“LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail 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, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (Selah)
6 Zagotovo vsak človek hodi v prazni podobi, zagotovo so zaman vznemirjeni. Kopiči bogastva, pa ne ve, kdo jih bo pobral.
“Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
7 In sedaj, Gospod, kaj [naj] pričakujem? Moje upanje je v tebi.
Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
8 Osvobodi me pred vsemi mojimi prestopki. Ne naredi me [za] grajo nespametnim.
Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 Bil sem nem, svojih ust nisem odprl, ker si ti to storil.
I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
10 Umakni svoj udarec proč od mene. Použit sem z zamahom tvoje roke.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
11 Kadar za krivičnost z grajanjem korigiraš človeka, storiš, da njegova lepota shira kakor molj. Zagotovo je vsak človek ničevost. (Sela)
When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (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, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
13 Oh prizanesi mi, da lahko obnovim moč, preden grem naprej in ne bom več.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
