Psalmi 65
1 Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Pjesma. Bože, tebi dolikuje hvalospjev sa Sionu, tebi se ispunja zavjet -
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. Praise awaits You, O God, in Zion; to You our vows will be fulfilled.
2 ti molitve uslišuješ. Svaka pÓut dolazi k tebi
O You who listen to prayer, all people will come to You.
3 pod teretom grijeha. Naši nas prijestupi taru, ti ih pomiruješ.
When iniquities prevail against me, You atone for our transgressions.
4 Blažen kog izabra i k sebi uze: on boravi u dvorima tvojim. Daj da se nasitimo dobrima Doma tvoga i svetošću tvoga Hrama.
Blessed is the one You choose and bring near to dwell in Your courts! We are filled with the goodness of Your house, the holiness of Your temple.
5 Čudesno nas uslišuješ u pravednosti svojoj, o Bože, spasenje naše, nado svih krajeva svijeta i mora dalekih.
With awesome deeds of righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas.
6 Učvršćuješ bregove jakošću svojom silom opasÄan.
You formed the mountains by Your power, having girded Yourself with might.
7 Krotiš huku mora, huku valova i buku naroda.
You stilled the roaring of the seas, the pounding of their waves, and the tumult of the nations.
8 Oni što žive nakraj svijeta boje se znamenja tvojih; dveri jutra i večeri radošću napunjaš.
Those who live far away fear Your wonders; You make the dawn and sunset shout for joy.
9 Ti pÓohodÄi zemlju i ti je nÓatopÄi, ÓobogatÄi nju veoma. Božja se rijeka vodom napuni, ti pripravi ljudima žito. Ovako pripremi zemlju:
You attend to the earth and water it; with abundance You enrich it. The streams of God are full of water, for You prepare our grain by providing for the earth.
10 brazde joj natopi, grude joj poravna; kišom je omekša, usjeve joj blagoslovi.
You soak its furrows and level its ridges; You soften it with showers and bless its growth.
11 Ti okruni godinu dobrotom svojom, plodnost niče za stopama tvojim.
You crown the year with Your bounty, and Your paths overflow with plenty.
12 Pustinjski pašnjaci kaplju od obilja, brežuljci se pašu radošću.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.
13 Njive se kite stadima, doline se pokrivaju žitom: svagdje klicanje, pjesma.
The pastures are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are decked with grain. They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.
