Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

Èuj, Bože, viku moju, slušaj molitvu moju.

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

Od kraja zemlje vièem k tebi, kad klonu srce moje. Izvedi me na goru, gdje se ne mogu popeti.

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

Jer si ti utoèište moje, tvrdi zaklon od neprijatelja.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Da živim u stanu tvom dovijeka, i poèinem pod krovom krila tvojih.

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

Jer ti, Bože, èuješ zavjete moje i daješ mi dostojanje onijeh koji poštuju ime tvoje.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Dodaj dane k danima carevijem, i godine njegove produlji od koljena na koljeno.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

Neka caruje dovijeka pred Bogom; zapovjedi milosti i istini neka ga èuvaju.

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Tako æu pjevati imenu tvojemu svagda, izvršujuæi zavjete svoje svaki dan.