Psalms 64

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

Načelniku godbe, psalm Davidov. Čuj, o Bog, glas moj, ko premišljujem; strahu sovražnikovega varuj življenje moje.

2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,

Skrivaj me skrivnemu naklepu hudobnih, ropotanju njih, ki delajo krivico:

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,

Ki brusijo kakor meč jezik svoj, napenjajo kakor pušico svojo bridko besedo.

4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.

S kopjem napadajo poštenjaka iz zakotja; nenadoma ga napadajo s kopjem in se ne bojé.

5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.

Potrjujejo si reč hudobno; o skrivanji zank govoré; pravijo: Kdo bi jih videl?

6 They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.

Preiskujejo krivice; oslabeli smo po tem, kar so tako zvito preiskali; tako globoko je osrčje moža in srce.

7 But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.

Ali ko jih bode Bog napadel s kopjem, pušica nagla bodejo njih udarci.

8 They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.

In storili bodejo, da sè samim jezikom svojim udarijo sebe; razkropljeni se bodejo spustili v beg, kdorkoli jih bode videl.

9 Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.

Katerikoli pa ljudjé se bojé, oznanjali bodo delo Božje in dejanje njegovo stavili pred óči.

10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.

Veselil se bode pravični v Gospodu, in pribežal k njemu; ponašali se bodo vsi, ki so pravega srca.