OTRĀ GRĀMATA
Ilgas pēc Dieva
1 Korvedim. Koraha dēlu psalms .
2 Kā briedis alkst pēc ūdens upēm,
tā mana dvēsele alkst tevis, Dievs!
3 Slāpst man dvēsele pēc Dieva,
pēc dzīvā Dieva!
Kad nākšu un redzēšu Dievu vaigā?
4 Manas asaras ir mana maize dienu un nakti!
Tie saka man visu dienu: kur ir tavs Dievs? –
5 To es atceros un nopūšos smagi –
kā gāju reiz pūlī, tos vezdams uz Dieva namu!
Līksmi tie klaigāja un paldies sauca svinību drūzmā!
6 Ko tu tik nomākta, mana dvēsele, ko plosies manī?
Gaidi uz Dievu, es atkal slavēšu viņu,
manu glābiņu un manu Dievu!
7 Mana dvēsele nomākta manī, tāpēc saucu tevi
no Jardānas zemes un Hermona kalna, no Sīkākalna.
8 Dzelme sauc dzelmei tavu slūžu dārdos,
visas tavas brāzmas un bangas gāžas pār mani!
9 Dienā Kungs dāvā savu žēlastību,
bet naktī mana dziesma
ir mana lūgšana dzīvības Dievam.
10 Es sacīšu Dievam: mana klints!
Kāpēc tu aizmirsi mani?
Kāpēc es staigāju sērās, naidnieka vajāts?
11 Man kož kaulos, ka naidnieki mani nievā, –
tie saka man augu dienu: kur ir tavs Dievs? –
12 Ko tu tik nomākta, mana dvēsele, ko plosies manī?
Gaidi uz Dievu, es atkal slavēšu viņu,
savu glābiņu un savu Dievu!
BOOK TWO
(Psalms 42–72)
The Prayer of Someone in Exile
1 As a deer longs for a stream of cool water,
so I long for you, O God.
2 I thirst for you, the living God.
When can I go and worship in your presence?
3 Day and night I cry,
and tears are my only food;
all the time my enemies ask me,
“Where is your God?”
4 My heart breaks when I remember the past,
when I went with the crowds to the house of God
and led them as they walked along,
a happy crowd, singing and shouting praise to God.
5 Why am I so sad?
Why am I so troubled?
I will put my hope in God,
and once again I will praise him,
my savior and my God.
6-7 Here in exile my heart is breaking,
and so I turn my thoughts to him.
He has sent waves of sorrow over my soul;
chaos roars at me like a flood,
like waterfalls thundering down to the Jordan
from Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar.
8 May the Lord show his constant love during the day,
so that I may have a song at night,
a prayer to the God of my life.
9 To God, my defender, I say,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go on suffering
from the cruelty of my enemies?”
10 I am crushed by their insults,
as they keep on asking me,
“Where is your God?”
11 Why am I so sad?
Why am I so troubled?
I will put my hope in God,
and once again I will praise him,
my savior and my God.
