Psalmi 42

1 Kakor jelen hlepi za vodnimi potoki, tako moja duša hrepeni po tebi oh Bog.

Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

2 Mojo dušo žeja po Bogu, po živem Bogu. Kdaj bom prišel in se pojavil pred Bogom?

My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

3 Moje solze so mi bile hrana dan in noč, medtem ko mi nenehno pravijo: »Kje je tvoj Bog?«

My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

4 Ko se spominjam teh besed, v sebi izlivam svojo dušo, kajti odšel sem z množico, z njimi sem šel k Božji hiši, z glasom radosti in hvale, z množico, ki je praznovala sveti dan.

These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

5 Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena v meni? Upaj v Boga, kajti še ga bom hvalil zaradi pomoči njegovega obličja.

Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,

6 Oh moj Bog, moja duša je v meni potrta, zatorej se te spominjam iz jordanske in hermonske dežele, s hriba Micár.

And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.

7 Brezno kliče breznu ob zvoku tvojih vodnih tornadov. Vsi tvoji valovi in tvoji veliki valovi so šli čezme.

Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

8 Vendar bo Gospod podnevi zapovedal svoji ljubeči skrbnosti in ponoči bo njegova pesem z menoj in moja molitev k Bogu mojega življenja.

In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

9 Rekel bom Bogu, svoji skali: »Zakaj si me pozabil? Zakaj hodim in žalujem zaradi sovražnikovega zatiranja?«

I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

10 Kakor z mečem v moje kosti me grajajo moji sovražniki, medtem ko mi vsak dan pravijo: »Kje je tvoj Bog?«

Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?

11 Zakaj si potrta, oh moja duša? In zakaj si vznemirjena znotraj mene? Upaj v Boga, kajti še bom hvalil njega, ki je zdravje mojega obličja in moj Bog.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.