1For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
1Laulujuhatajale: Korahi laste õpetuslaul.
2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?
2Otsekui hirv igatseb veeojade järele, nõnda igatseb mu hing sinu juurde, Jumal!
3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
3Mu hing januneb Jumala järele, elava Jumala järele; millal ma tulen ja näen Jumala palet?
4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
4Mu silmavesi on mulle leivaks ööd ja päevad, sest mu vastu öeldakse kogu päev: 'Kus on su Jumal?'
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him [For] the help of his countenance.
5Ma valan välja oma hinge, meenutades seda, kuidas ma läksin läbi rahvamurru, keda ma juhtisin Jumala kotta pühapidajate hõiske- ja tänuhääle saatel.
6O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
6Miks sa oled nii rõhutud, mu hing, ja nii rahutu mu sees? Oota Jumalat, sest ma tahan teda veel tänada ta palge abi eest!
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
7Mu Jumal, mu hing on rõhutud mu sees! Seepärast ma tuletan sind meelde Jordanimaal ja Hermoni tippudel ja Mitsari mäel.
8[Yet] Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, [Even] a prayer unto the God of my life.
8Sügavus hüüab sügavusele sinu koskede kohisemises; kõik su veevood ja su lained käivad minust üle.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
9Päeval annab Issand käsu oma heldusele ja öösel kostab minu laul temale, palve mu elu Jumala poole.
10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
10Ma ütlen Jumalale, oma kaljule: 'Mispärast sa oled mu unustanud? Mispärast ma pean käima kurvalt oma vaenlase surve all?'
11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, [Who is] the help of my countenance, and my God.
11Otsekui luid murdes teotavad mind mu rõhujad, kui nad iga päev mu vastu ütlevad: 'Kus on su Jumal?'
12Miks sa oled nii rõhutud, mu hing, ja nii rahutu mu sees? Oota Jumalat, sest ma tahan teda veel tänada, oma abi ja oma Jumalat!