Psalmi 144
1 Davidov. Blagoslovljen Jahve, hridina moja: ruke mi uči boju a prste ratu.
A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
2 On je ljubav moja i tvrđava moja, zaštita moja, izbavitelj moj, štit moj za koji se sklanjam; on mi narode stavlja pod noge!
You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
3 Što je čovjek, o Jahve, da ga poznaješ, što li čedo ljudsko da ga se spominješ?
Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
4 Poput daška je čovjek, dani njegovi kao sjena nestaju.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Jahve, nagni svoja nebesa i siđi, takni bregove: i zadimit će se!
Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 Sijevni munjom i rasprši dušmane, odapni strijele i rasprši ih!
Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
7 Ruku pruži iz visina, istrgni me i spasi iz voda beskrajnih, iz šaka sinova tuđinskih:
Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
8 laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
9 Pjevat ću ti, Bože, pjesmu novu, na harfi od deset žica svirat ću.
I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
10 Ti daješ pobjedu kraljevima, koji si spasio Davida, slugu svojega. Od pogubna mača
who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
11 spasi mene, oslobodi me iz ruke tuđinske; laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
12 Daj da nam sinovi budu kao biljke što rastu od mladosti svoje; a kćeri naše kao stupovi ugaoni, krasne poput hramskog stupovlja;
May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
13 da nam žitnice budu pune svakog obilja, s plodovima svakojakim u izobilju;
May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce 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!
Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
15 Blago narodu kojem je tako, blago narodu kojem je Jahve Bog!
Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
