Psalmi 65
1 Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Pjesma. Bože, tebi dolikuje hvalospjev sa Sionu, tebi se ispunja zavjet -
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
2 ti molitve uslišuješ. Svaka pÓut dolazi k tebi
Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
3 pod teretom grijeha. Naši nas prijestupi taru, ti ih pomiruješ.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
4 Blažen kog izabra i k sebi uze: on boravi u dvorima tvojim. Daj da se nasitimo dobrima Doma tvoga i svetošću tvoga Hrama.
O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
5 Čudesno nas uslišuješ u pravednosti svojoj, o Bože, spasenje naše, nado svih krajeva svijeta i mora dalekih.
By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
6 Učvršćuješ bregove jakošću svojom silom opasÄan.
Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
7 Krotiš huku mora, huku valova i buku naroda.
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
8 Oni što žive nakraj svijeta boje se znamenja tvojih; dveri jutra i večeri radošću napunjaš.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
9 Ti pÓohodÄi zemlju i ti je nÓatopÄi, ÓobogatÄi nju veoma. Božja se rijeka vodom napuni, ti pripravi ljudima žito. Ovako pripremi zemlju:
Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
10 brazde joj natopi, grude joj poravna; kišom je omekša, usjeve joj blagoslovi.
Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
11 Ti okruni godinu dobrotom svojom, plodnost niče za stopama tvojim.
Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
12 Pustinjski pašnjaci kaplju od obilja, brežuljci se pašu radošću.
Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
13 Njive se kite stadima, doline se pokrivaju žitom: svagdje klicanje, pjesma.
Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
