Psalmi 42

1 Načelniku godbe med nasledniki Koretovimi; ukovita. Kakor jelen koprni po vodnih potokih, tako duša moja koprni po tebi, Bog.

For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

2 Žejna je duša moja Boga, mogočnega, živega, govoreč: Kdaj se približam, da se prikažem pred obličjem Božjim?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

3 Solzé moje so mi za hrano podnevi in ponoči; ko se mi pravi vsak dan: Kje je, tvoj Bog?

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

4 To mi je v mislih, ko izlivam v sebi dušo svojo, da bi se bil izprehajal v krdelu, hodil z njimi noter do hiše Božje z glasom petja in hvale, v praznični množici.

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

5 Kaj si pobita, duša moja, in tako ropočeš v meni? Upaj v Boga, ker še ga bodem slavil in vso blaginjo njegovega obličja.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

6 Bog moj, pobita je v meni duša moja; zatorej se spominjam tebe iz dežele Jordanove in Hermonske, z male gorice.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

7 Brezno kliče brezno o slapov tvojih glasu; vse vodé tvoje in valovi tvoji pridirajo in valé se čez me.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

8 Podnevi pošlje Gospod milost svojo, in ponoči hvalno pesem svojo k meni; v molitvi svoji k Bogu mogočnemu življenja mojega prebijem.

Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

9 Govoril bodem Bogu mogočnemu, skali svoji: Zakaj me pozabljaš? zakaj hodim žalujoč zaradi zatiranja sovražnikovega?

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10 Suhe kosti moje napadajo, sramoté me sovražniki moji, govoré mi vsak dan: Kje Bog je tvoj?

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

11 Kaj si pobita, duša moja, in kaj tako ropočeš v meni? Upaj v Boga, ker še ga bodem slavil, vso blaginjo obličja mojega in mojega Boga.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.