Psalmi 144
1 Davidov. Blagoslovljen Jahve, hridina moja: ruke mi uči boju a prste ratu.
A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
2 On je ljubav moja i tvrđava moja, zaštita moja, izbavitelj moj, štit moj za koji se sklanjam; on mi narode stavlja pod noge!
He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
3 Što je čovjek, o Jahve, da ga poznaješ, što li čedo ljudsko da ga se spominješ?
Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
4 Poput daška je čovjek, dani njegovi kao sjena nestaju.
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
5 Jahve, nagni svoja nebesa i siđi, takni bregove: i zadimit će se!
Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
6 Sijevni munjom i rasprši dušmane, odapni strijele i rasprši ih!
With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
7 Ruku pruži iz visina, istrgni me i spasi iz voda beskrajnih, iz šaka sinova tuđinskih:
Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
8 laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
9 Pjevat ću ti, Bože, pjesmu novu, na harfi od deset žica svirat ću.
I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
10 Ti daješ pobjedu kraljevima, koji si spasio Davida, slugu svojega. Od pogubna mača
It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
11 spasi mene, oslobodi me iz ruke tuđinske; laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12 Daj da nam sinovi budu kao biljke što rastu od mladosti svoje; a kćeri naše kao stupovi ugaoni, krasne poput hramskog stupovlja;
Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
13 da nam žitnice budu pune svakog obilja, s plodovima svakojakim u izobilju;
Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 ovce naše plodile se na tisuće, plodile se beskrajno na našim poljima; stoka naša neka bude tovna! U zidinama nam ne bilo proboja ni ropstva ni plača na ulicama našim!
Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
15 Blago narodu kojem je tako, blago narodu kojem je Jahve Bog!
Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
