Psalmi 45

1 Zborovođi. Po napjevu “Ljiljani”. Sinova Korahovih. Poučna pjesma. Svadbena pjesma. Iz srca mi naviru riječi divne: pjesmu svoju ja kralju pjevam, jezik mi je k'o pisaljka hitra pisara.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

2 Lijep si, najljepši od ljudskih sinova, po usnama ti se milina prosula, stoga te Bog blagoslovio dovijeka.

You are the most handsome of men; grace has anointed your lips, since God has blessed you forever.

3 Pripaši mač uz bedra, junače, ogrni se sjajem i veličanstvom!

Strap your sword at your side, O mighty warrior; appear in your majesty and splendor.

4 Zajaši i kreni za istinu, za vjernost i pravdu, zapni luk i desnicu svoju proslavi!

In your splendor ride forth in victory on behalf of truth and humility and justice; may your right hand show your awesome deeds.

5 Oštre su strelice tvoje, narodi padaju pred tobom i kraljeve dušmane ostavlja hrabrost.

Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.

6 Prijestolje je tvoje, Bože, u vijeke vjekova, i pravedno žezlo - žezlo je tvog kraljevstva!

Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever, and justice is the scepter of Your kingdom.

7 Ti ljubiš pravednost, a mrziš bezakonje, stoga Jahve, Bog tvoj, tebe pomaza uljem radosti kao nikog od tvojih drugova.

You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you above your companions with the oil of joy.

8 Smirnom, alojem i kasijom mirišu ti haljine, iz dvorova bjelokosnih harfe te vesele.

All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.

9 Kraljevske ti kćeri idu u susret, zdesna ti je kraljica u zlatu ofirskom.

The daughters of kings are among your honored women; the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.

10 “Slušaj, kćeri, pogledaj, prisluhni: zaboravi svoj narod i dom oca svog!

Listen, O daughter! Consider and incline your ear: Forget your people and your father’s house,

11 Zaželi li kralj ljepotu tvoju, smjerno se pokloni njemu jer je on gospodar tvoj.

and the king will desire your beauty; bow to him, for he is your lord.

12 Narod tirski dolazi s darovima, naklonost tvoju traže prvaci naroda.”

The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; men of wealth will seek your favor.

13 Sva lijepa korača kći kraljeva u haljinama zlatom vezenim.

All glorious is the princess in her chamber; her gown is embroidered with gold.

14 U haljini od veza šarena kralju je dovode, pratnja su joj djevice, druge njezine.

In colorful garments she is led to the king; her virgin companions are brought before you.

15 S veseljem ih vode i s klicanjem u kraljeve dvore ulaze.

They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.

16 Oce tvoje naslijedit će tvoji sinovi, postavit ćeš ih knezovima na svoj zemlji.

Your sons will succeed your fathers; you will make them princes throughout the land.

17 Iz koljena u koljeno naviještat će ime tvoje, hvalit će te narodi u vijeke vjekova.

I will commemorate your name through all generations; therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.