Псалтыр 38:3 - Новий Переклад

Псалтыр 38:3 у розных перакладах

Украінская

Огієнко Занімів я в мовча́нні, замовк про добро, а мій біль був подра́жнений.

УСП [39:3] І я нічого не казав, про добре навіть не казав нічого, але мій смуток став ще більший.

Беларуская

Сёмуха Я быў нямы і безгалосы і маўчаў нават пра добрае; і жальба мая памацнела,

Бокун [39:3] Я зьнямеў у маўчаньні; маўчаў пра добрае, але боль мой нішчыў [мяне].

Руская

РСП (66 кн.) Я был нем и безгласен, и молчал даже о добром; и скорбь моя подвиглась.

НРП Но когда я был нем и безмолвен, и даже о добром молчал, усилилась моя скорбь,

Заокская (Кулаков) Так оставался я нем и безгласен, молчал даже о добром. Но скорбь моя всё росла и росла,

СП (БЛ) И вот не сказал я ни слова, даже хорошего ничего не сказал, однако это ещё больше меня огорчило.

Англійская

KJV (66 books) [39:2] I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

BSB [39:2] I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.

DRA I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.

FBV [39:2] So I was completely silent—I didn't even say anything good. But the pain inside only got worse.

GNV [39:2] I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.

JPS [39:2] I was dumb with silence; I held my peace, had no comfort; and my pain was held in check.

LSV [39:2] I was mute [with] silence, || I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

NASB [39:2] I was mute and silent, I refused to say even something good, And my pain was stirred up. NASB 2020

NIV (US) [39:2] So I remained utterly silent, not even saying anything good. But my anguish increased;

OJB [39:3] I was dumb with silence, I held my peace for the sake of tov; and my distress grew severe.

T4T [39:2] So I was completely silent [DOU], and I did not even talk about things that were good, but it was useless, because I began to suffer even more.

WEB (US) [39:2] I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.