While there are many challenges to translating the Bible into English, one particularly irksome problem to me is translating the poetry of the Bible. I have no idea what the Hebrew Psalms sound like and really know nothing about Hebrew poetry, but the various English versions that I have read always leave me feeling there is something wanting on the poetic side.
I thought it would be an interesting exercise to try to put a Psalm into English poetry. I do not claim that this poem is my own translation of the original as I know nothing about the Hebrew text; rather, it is a sonnet closely inspired by one of my favorite passages in Psalms (Psalm 119:9-16 ESV). I even moved verse 12 down after verse 16 to form the final couplet.
This was a very rewarding challenge for me as I was forced to really dissect the meaning and the language of the poetry as best I could. For example, as I was writing I realized that I had no idea what the author meant by "Blessed are you, O Lord." When I think of someone giving a blessing in the Bible, whether it be by God or an by an ailing parent, it seems he is wishing someone well or actually providing them with some good fortune. But can we bless God who is the source of all good fortune? This question is something I am still thinking about, but I ended up deciding (partially based on an online commentary) that this verse is more of a statement of praise that God is inherently blessed. If so, how is that different from saying God is holy, or sacred? (dictionary.com) I still find "blessed" an odd word in this context though. How can anyone be blessed without receiving blessing?
Anyway...
I have put the Psalm here followed by my poem.
Psalm 119:9-16
9 How can a young man keep his way pure?
By guarding it according to your word
10 With my whole heart I seek you;
let me not wander from your commandments!
11 I have stored up your word in my heart,
that I might not sin against you.
12 Blessed are you, O Lord;
teach me your statutes!
13 With my lips I declare
all the rules of your mouth.
14 In the way of your testimonies I delight
as much as in all riches.
15 I will meditate on your precepts
and fix my eyes on your ways.
16 I will delight in your statutes;
I will not forget your word.
Teach Me Your Statutes 6/22/2013
I am young. What is the path to be pure?
My guide is your illuminating breath
Which I must always question to be sure
My steps are built on life and not on death.
Let me save, savor that sure guide: your Word
In confidence. And then I'll speak your speech
With confidence, to stir by being stirred
By having loved your thoughts that you would teach.
And let me breathe your breath, think as you do,
And see as you see with eyes not my own.
My joy is my obedience to you,
For all my living is the life you've shown.
You are God. You are good, and ever so.
Speak. Pour your good life into me. I'll grow.