Psalmi 39
1 Načelniku godbe Jedutunov, psalm Davidov. Rekel sem: Pazil bodem na pota svoja, da ne grešim z jezikom svojim; uzdo bodem imel okrog svojih ust, dokler bode krivični pred menoj.
To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
2 Umolknil sem bil molčeč, tih sem bil tudi dobremu; ali hujšala se je bolečina moja.
I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
3 Ko pa se je vnemalo srce moje v meni, ko je v premišljevanji mojem užigal se ogenj, govoril sem z jezikom svojim:
Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
4 Daj, da zvem, Gospod, konec svoj, kaj je mera mojih dní, zvem, kako sem trpežen.
Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5 Glej, po dlan dolge si naredil dnî moje, in čas moj je kakor nič pred teboj, zares, prava ničevost je vsak človek, še tako trden.
Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
6 Zarés, kakor senca mine človek, zares, zastonj tako ropotajo; zbira vsak, a ne vé, kdo bode to prejel.
Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
7 A kaj še čakam, Gospod? up moj je v tebi.
And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
8 Vseh pregreh mojih reši me, nespametnim na sramoto ne izpostavi me.
Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
9 Umolknem, ne zinem, ker ti si storil.
I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
10 Odvrni od mene udarec svoj, od udarca roke tvoje jaz omahujem.
Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
11 Ako bi s kaznimi po krivičnosti pokoril vsakega, uničil bi kakor mola, kar je vrednega v njem: zares, ničevost je vsak človek.
When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
12 Čuj molitev mojo, Gospod, in vpitje moje; uho nagni solzam mojim, ne delaj se gluhega; ker tujec sem pred teboj, naselnik kakor vsi očetje moji.
Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
13 Odstopi od mene, da se okrepčam: ko še ne odhajam, da me ne bode več.
Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
