To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things , I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why 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 health of my countenance, and my God.
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1 Эй Худо, оқла мени!
Шаккок халққа қарши даъвоим бор.
Ўзинг мени ҳимоя қил.
Мени бу ёлғончи, адолатсизлардан қутқар.
2 Ахир, менинг паноҳим — Худо Сенсан,
Нега Сен тарк этдинг мени?!
Не учун ғамга ботиб юрмоғим керак
Душманларимнинг сиқуви дастидан?!
3 Йўллагин нурингни, ҳақиқатингни,
Булар менга йўл кўрсатиб турсин,
Муқаддас тоғингга мени олиб борсин,
Сенинг маконингга мени олиб борсин.
4 Шунда бораман, эй Худо, Сенинг қурбонгоҳингга.
Буюк шодлигимсан, севинчимсан Сен,
Лира чалиб, ҳамду сано айтаман Сенга,
Эй Худо, менинг Худойим!
5 Нега тушкунликка тушасан, эй жоним?
Нега беҳаловат бўласан ичимда?
Худога умид боғла! Шукур этаман
Яна Унга — нажоткорим, Худойимга.
